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roturo · 11 months

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COOL WITH YOU - gojo satoru x f!reader - + 4.5k words

summary: You never though throwing chocolate milk would lead you to being enemies with the popular guy at school, which led you into even a crazier situation.

warnings: smut; unprotected sex, cock warming, dacryphilia, pussy slapping, mating press, finger sucking, oral (f!receiving), marking, degradation kink, slut shaming, edging, teasing, sexual tension, overstimulation. Enemies into idk into lovers. UniversityAU, popular student!gojo satoru, fluff.

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It was a really nice day, really.

Nothing out of the extraordinary, normal classes, normal notes, everything was going great! Nice weather, and even your hair was having a good day!, but lunch time had to come.

You were walking through the cafeteria looking for the table you and your friends usually sit at. Walking with your tray through other people, you were about to make it, until you stumbled and say stumbled for crashed into an almost 2 meter man, food flying everywhere, and if that wasn't enough, your choco milk made a mess on his white t-shirt.

WHY DOESN'T HE WEAR THE COMPLETE UNIFORM?

You felt all the possible stares into you, couldn't even see with who you crashed, way too embarrassed for it. Mumbling a lot of 'sorry, i'm going to pay it for you' 'I can wash it for you, i'm so sorry.' 'I'll buy you a new one.' You finally looked up and saw who it was.

Gojo Satoru. The popular guy in school. Might not be the smartest, but he has good grades. Not much of a troublemaker (he is), has dated at-least half of the girls in this school, and someway he still has a line of girls waiting for his turn.

He was next his best-friend. Suguru Geto, smartest guy in your class, he's more peaceful, just watches from a distance, a cute smirk, hasn't dated half of the girls in school, but still has a long line of girls waiting for a chance.

Your face flushed with embarrassment as she saw that the dark liquid from your spilled bottle had stained his pristine white shirt. Gojo's expression was anything but pleased, and he snapped at you, "Watch where you're going dumbass!"

You tried to apologize, but Gojo had clearly made up his mind about you. From that day on, Gojo wouldn't miss any chance to humiliate you just like you did that day in the cafeteria.

He wouldn't let go of that day, calling you all types of nicknames related to it. ¨Milkie¨ ¨Choco-latte¨ and much more. Mostly throwing your books you had in your arms walking through the halls, always putting milk on your desk when recess was done.

He would often challenge you with difficult questions in class, and you would slowly find yourself doing the same. Days went over and you were now annoyed at his behavior. Who does he think he is? He couldn't treat people like he wanted to!

¨Can you stop?¨ Utahime stopped eating, dramatically putting the fork down. ¨Stop what?¨

¨Stop looking at fucking Gojo Satoru! It’s been like two months and you’re still annoyed at him.¨

Oh god. He's looking back at your table, Utahime said it loud enough so half of the cafeteria could hear. Feeling your face growing hot you looked back at your friend, her face showing how unbothered she is by the annoyed side-eyes you guys were receiving.

¨It's like you got obsessed with him or something! All you do is talk about him, how angry you are about him, how he did this, how he did that, do you like HIM or what?¨

¨Of course NO! I don't like Gojo-...¨

A small cough interrupted the small discussion you were having, looking up for the person who annoyingly stopped you trying to justify why you don't like the Gojo Satoru, was in fact, the Gojo Satoru.

He was standing in all glory in front of your table with his best friend, Geto, which seemed kinda unbothered with this whole ordeal.

You looked like a little kid being caught trying to grab another candy from the bowl after he got his daily one... which made Gojo chuckle.

How cute.

¨I'm sorry ladies for interrupting your chat, but me, and my friend Geto Suguru, wanted to invite you to our upcoming party this weekend. Right Suguru?¨ He nudged Geto, with his annoying smirk, at what Geto just nodded.

You were about to deny the offer, saying you’re not one of his easy girls to smash with, but Utahime was faster than you and said yes to the invitation and lent her phone so they could send her the place and time.

Oh, well, fuck.

Utahime greeted you into her house with her radiant smile, her eyes shining with mischief. "I would’ve killed you if you didn’t come!" she exclaimed, pulling you into her room. "Tonight, you’re going to have a great fuck and forget that annoying asshole!" You rolled your eyes because of her assumption of you liking Gojo.

Utahime couldn't resist the thrill of the invitation, saying it’s ¨an event you have to live at least once at uni.¨ You spent hours preparing yourselves. Mostly, Utahime carefully choosing the perfect outfit and a dash of confidence to match.

You and Utahime arrived at the party, the room buzzed with laughter, music, and vibrant conversations. You’ve been spending the whole night thinking of a way to take revenge on Gojo, and show Utahime proof you don’t like him. You have tried plenty of ways; winning at sports games, not a surprise he’s better than you, but it still pisses you off how irritating he is. You also tried beating him at exams, which somehow you did beat him on them, but somehow he gets more acknowledgment about having a 9 than you having a 10?

Does he fuck the teacher too?

Fuck.

Fuck…

Fuck!

That’s what you need! To fuck Gojo Satoru.

…

Not in that way…

Well, yes. But not him fucking you. You fucking him.

His whole ego is based on how every girl likes him, so… what if you do what he does to the other girls?

Geto greeted the both of you with a smile, offering you something to drink, which you denied, contrary to Utahime. You were having a small chat with your friend and a friend of hers, she was really nice, short haired, not that tall but not that short, she's a friend of Satoru & Suguru apparently… a pretty smile adorning her face while talking with Utahime, her name was Shoko.

And Shoko is really fun, really, but you couldn’t stop from distracting yourself, eyes following the tall frame, going from girl to girl all around the house. It infuriated you how they could be so clueless of the man they’re talking with.

You decided you needed to distract yourself and stop focusing on what he’s doing. Entering the kitchen was really calm, two people chatting while drinking. Preparing yourself a drink, you felt a small push in your shoulder, and it’s like destiny made you to never stop thinking about him, since somehow he was always there.

¨Oops, didn’t see you there.¨ His stupid face, with his stupid smirk.

¨Can’t stop disturbing me for one minute in your entire life?!¨

¨Me? Disturb you? You’re the one who won't stop looking at the other like some obsessed stalker!¨

¨Well, it’s not my fault you keep fooling those girls thinking if they let you fuck them they will be with you at least more than a week before you get bored!¨

He laughed at you, which only made you even angrier. ¨Are you jealous or what?¨

¨I’m not jealous- … don’t. Don’t you dare look at me that way.¨

¨What way?¨

¨Like you want to fuck me.¨

The tension in the room grew stronger, his stupid eyes were having pleasure watching you being angry at him being with other girls. You’re really pretty too, he never took the time to realize that. Maybe it's your fault because of the grembling face you put when you’re around him.

Thank god Suguru came into the room giving you a way out of this situation, calling for Satoru and you.

¨Hey, we need both of you to help us with something back there, Utahime and Shoko are there also. Utahime is really nice, but uhh… she might gotten a little too much drunk…¨

"Do we have to bring her?¨ Gojo said, pointing back at you with his thumb, not even looking at you, just at Geto. ¨You know I hate her."

¨Yes Satoru, it’s her friend who we are talking about.¨

"I'm standing right here, you know..."

"I know." You were about to hit Satoru if it wasn’t that Geto didn’t grab the both of you by the wrist and started walking away.

After leaving a very drunk Utahime in Geto’s room, Shoko staying with her, the two other boys (Most like Geto) invited you to go for some midnight ice-cream around the corner, at which, you had nothing to do, so you accepted the offer, who wouldn’t want ice-cream for free?

The three of you got your ice-cream, you were with Satoru while Suguru was paying for them.

¨Your ice cream looks delicious, let me try.¨

¨We have the exact same ice cream, for god’s sake!¨ Satoru was faster than you and gave a big bite (with no teeth) to your ice-cream, you grumbled at his stubbornness.

¨Hey, no fair! You have more sprinkles than mine!¨ You looked up at his face, finding ice-cream all around his lips. Unconsciously your hand caressed his cheek and with your thumb, you wiped the ice-cream off his mouth. Your finger resting on his lower lip, he slightly opened his mouth giving enough space for your thumb to enter, which it did. His tongue swirled around it, savoring the ice-cream he stole from you. Your eyes never left his and vice versa. His cheeks were slightly pink, his eyes were now a darker shade of blue thanks to his dilated pupils.

His hands found a way to lock between your waist, making you get closer to him. Your thumb left his mouth and slowly got into his chest. He smiled at you. A genuine smile from him. Not an evil trace on it. His eyes squinted a little, which made you also smile.

¨Can y’all believe the old man wanted me to pay for an extra ice-cream we didn’t buy? I stayed like 10 min more trying to explain him we only bought 3.¨

Your face turned pale, as fast as you could, you pushed yourself out of Gojo’s embrace, he awkwardly coughed fixing his hair.

¨Are you guys okay?¨ Suguru looked confused but then looked at you and your melted ice-cream.

¨Oh shit. It melted. Your eyes locked with Satoru for a moment and moved on to the melted ice-cream. Did that really happen?

A week passed and Gojo couldn’t get you off his mind. The moment replaying every day, the feeling of your hand on his cheek never leaving. He was going crazy.

Ever since Utahime and Shoko got closer, that meant hanging out as a group. It somehow got better? Gojo stopped with the bitterness and the hate towards you, it turned more into teasing?, it’s like he’s been feeling cool with you?

It even turned into the both of you teasing each-other light heartly, it was fun.

During a late-night study session at Shoko’s, you and Gojo got into argument from some science topic, you could sense the others were annoyed at the unnecessary pause of studying, leading them into grabbing their phones to go through social media, going for water, or even just start making small drabbles of drawings, knowing they couldn’t do anything about the both of you arguing because of your stubbornness.

Until Utahime snapped, ¨Oh my god, can the both of you just fuck so the tension could leave?!¨ that left the both of you speechless and blankly looking at eachother, red invaded eachother’s face because of how things turned out and how others point of view of the type of relationship the two of you have.

...

... Your walk home was… awkward but nice?

¨Listen. It’s nearing midnight and you're a female walking the streets alone, at least let me walk you home? As much as you annoy me I’d rather you not get murdered¨ You take in his words slowly nodding in agreement as you cross your arms, ¨fine.. nice to hear that you don’t want me dead.¨

So that’s how the both of you ended walking together to your house. It was a weird bonding experience you didn’t think you needed.

¨Wow you can actually be a sweetheart this time, what happened to the boy who was arguing with me today is pluto is still considered a planet?¨

You say lightheartedly but turn to glare in his direction anyway, watching as he rubs the back of his neck with a chuckle.

¨Yeah that was pretty immature. to be fair we’re just as bad as each other ̈

You nodded in agreement it really is a game of back and forth trying to outdo each other. You felt a sudden wetness on your face sticking your hand out and watching as your palms filled with water capturing the rain droplets within, the rain poured without any mercy but thankfully you could see your house just a little down the street, with the nice moment you were having with Gojo you bravely grabbed his hand with a giggle making a bolt towards your house, to your surprise Gojo tightened his grip running beside you as the rain soaked you both.

Catching your breaths as you stood on your porch, sheltering yourselves from the rain, breathlessly laughing as you straightened yourself looking up at Gojo who was just as drenched.

¨Who saw that coming?¨ He smiles pulling lightly on your hand that still stayed secured in his, you were only inches away from each other but the cool breeze and crackling of the thunder held a mysterious mood that drew you into him.

In what should have been forbidden your lips touched, tasting the water that ran along your face seeping into your mouth as you reconnected with Gojo’s pretty lips, it didn’t last long as a large gust of wind interrupted causing you to shiver and unintentionally find comfort in Gojo, pressing against his chest. You could feel his hand rubbing gently against your upper back as he stared down calmly, you finally pulled away from him jiggling with your front door and popping it open with just a twist of your key, frowning your eyebrows slightly as you turn to look at the soaking wet boy again watching him turn towards the rain and stepping closer as if he was about to make a run for it.

¨You don’t have to leave.. it looks pretty hectic out there, i can dry your clothes and you can leave when it’s safer, if that’s what you want?¨ Gojo seemed conflicted a hint of hesitation could be seen but his expression was mostly unreadable, he took one last look out towards the street before turning on his heels, walking into your house with a smile, ¨That seems like a better idea.. thanks.¨

You really didn’t know what you were thinking letting Gojo into your house but it felt right, ¨Your... hoodie¨, you say holding your hand out towards him.¨I can put it in the dryer¨ Gojo paused for a moment looking down, his lips shaping into a straight line as his cheeks puffed out. ¨I’m not wearing an undershirt¨ You let out a light oh before making your way into the laundry room, ¨here! You can throw a towel over yourself if you feel uncomfortable!¨ You yell out to him, turning around to be greeted with Gojo’s bare chest, ¨It’s fine I don’t need a towel¨ He plainly says handing you his hoodie, you quickly nod taking it and heading over to the dryer.

¨What about my pants?¨ You hear him say as you open the lid. ¨What about them?¨ You question turning around to see his slightly wet jeans, ¨They’re not that wet but I can do them too.. got that towel?¨, Gojo let’s out a chuckle unzipping his jeans.

¨I’m not going to be naked, I do have underwear on after all, do you want me to wear a towel?¨ You went silent slowly extending your arm and making a gimme motion with your hand, ¨I don’t care it’s your decision¨, you say sounding a bit flustered, looking away nervously Gojo stripped himself of his jeans leaving him in his underwear. You throw his clothes into the dryer freezing suddenly before closing the lid, realising your own saturated clothes as you played with the hem of your shirt, “fuck it”, you whispered ripping your top from over your head, your pants following in hot pursuit letting them join in with Gojo’s clothes.

The dryer light blinked on watching as the session started not daring to turn around as you knew Gojo was still very much present, feeling a sense of embarrassment as you stood away from him semi nude, the only thing you didn’t know is that he was much closer than you thought feeling his hand smooth over your arm a slight tingling sensation could be felt as he pressed up against your bare back, ¨Aren’t you cold?¨, he said sliding his mouth near your ear, you slowly nodded feeling your words getting stuck in your throat, ¨I mean no, not really¨ You crackled out quickly correcting yourself, your whole body was heating up as the butterflies in your stomach did multiple backflips, ¨Well I am baby¨, you let out a rigid breath feeling your pussy contract within itself at the sudden nickname, you had no idea he could make you feel this way, ¨How are you gonna get warm?¨ You softly breathe out goosebumps arising from your skin as Gojo rubbed up and down your sides placing a few kisses against your neck, ¨I have an idea if you’d spread your legs a little?¨ You obeyed his words like a dog, running on your own horny adrenaline.

¨Are you okay with this?¨ You nodded, feelin his fingers come in contact with your pussy pushing your panties to the side as he swiped his pointer finger through your folds, he stopped clutching his hands roughly on your hips, his forehead laying on your shoulder blade.

¨How? You’re so wet, I barely even touches you.¨ Gojo said sensually pulling your hips towards him as he rubbed his hard against your ass, ¨I thought I’d have to do a little more but I think this is enough.. ready?¨

He kissed up your back adjusting himself a bit, ¨Ready?... for what?-¨, You struggled to say the last syllables as Gojo pushed the tip of his cock into you wrapping an arm around your waist and the other holding onto the dryer in front of you, pulling you upwards so he can angle your entrance just right so he can fully fit into you comfortably.

A gasp escaped you quickly holding onto the side of his thigh as he stayed still, the feeling of his long cock deep inside you made you wriggle pulling your heat away from him as he replants himself, the heat off Gojo’s chest and stomach burned into your back, ¨Now that’s warm¨, Gojo spoke, ¨And it’s tight too¨, He slightly giggled out resting his head on your shoulder.

¨Is it uncomfortable?¨ He quietly spoke in concernment Gojo’s worries fading as he finally feels you melting into him, ¨No it’s good¨ You say sheepishly feeling the slight shake of his arm as he continued to hold onto the dryer, another kiss being littered against your upper back upon hearing you.

It’s beyond weird getting this intimate with him but there always was some lingering sexual tension though. Nothing is really happening as you both stood in silence while Gojo kissed your body, leaving hickeys everywhere. Your body temperatures rising quickly but soon you started to feel Gojo’s movements, he awkwardly pumped himself into you stopping and starting his motions as he fought his urges, ¨Satoru?... If you’re going to fuck me just do it, this is nice and all but I know what we both want¨

You say trying to look at the boy who was still resting his head on your shoulder, you saw him perk up displaying a gummy like smile, ¨If that’s what you want who am I to deny you?¨

He jolted you forward banging you flat against the dryer giving you a sharp thrust as he grabbed a hold of your hair, bringing you back so he could kiss you, ¨You really want your enemy fucking you? Want everyone to know how of a cockslut you are? That Utahime was right? filthy.¨

You hum in pleasurable agreement a cheeky giggle escaping you as Gojo tilts your head to the side giving himself access to your neck, ¨Enemy? Do you really want to be calling yourself that when you started this? I think you’ve always wanted to do this, you love me¨ You say daringly, feeling incredibly unsatisfied as he pulled himself out of you spinning you around and finally coming face-to-face with him, Gojo’s hair now completely dry but nothing changed about his smirk.

¨You don’t need this” He unclips your bra way too easily wiggling it in front of your face like a trophy

“Don’t try putting this act on me, you’ve wanted my dick ever since you met me, those looks you don't give them to everyone.. probably why you love me so much ̈ You push him away playfully, covering your breasts and snatching your bra from him attempting to walk passed, Gojo re-attaches himself to you pulling you into a back hug as he kisses you roughly, biting your lower lip dragging slightly out making you whine.

“Don’t be stubborn, the laundry room is nice but why don’t you show me the bedroom?” You lean into him with a satisfied smile spreading across your face as you had every intention in bringing him to your bed, ¨Where do you think I’m taking you?¨

Nothing was stopping you, both fully naked in bed as Gojo’s face found refuge in between your legs licking up and down your slit and sucking on your sensitive clit, making infinity signs between them, holding your thighs apart to stop you from caging him in with each spasm of your body, “I’m gonna-“, you moaned out Gojo humming at your words removing his mouth from your heat and licking his two fingers as he dives them straight into your soaking pussy pumping in and out, “You’re gonna what?” He smirks, making a gesture of using his free hand to put on his ear to sign like he didn’t listen to you. Watching as you gasp at the sudden intrusion his smirk grew larger. ¨Oh! There! Satoru please I-¨

He stopped, smiling proudly and taking in your watery eyes, his smile soon turning into a sarcastic pout, ¨Aw, that’s cute¨ He laughed, pushing you flat against the bed as you leaned up to try and hit him, him being faster slapping your pussy.

¨Oh stop it! you’ll get what you want later slut, look what you’ve done to me¨ He looks down at his hard and angry cock begging for attention, rolling his fingers around his shaft as he covers his member in your juices.

¨Open your legs wider” Gojo hovers above you angling himself at your cunt, finally slipping back into your wet cunt, wasting no time in hammering into you giving you no chance in preparing for his speed, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck as he mercilessly rocks you back and forth but as Gojo lifted each of your legs up putting you into a mating press, which made the thrusters even go deeper inside you, turning you into a beautiful moaning mess.¨Ah! Look at you, you’re beautiful¨

Gojo groans out closing his eyes and throwing his head back in an attempt not to bust, picking up the pace as he fucks you raw diving his face into your neck as he concentrates feeling his heavy panting on your neck.

¨Don’t stop this time¨ You barely get out feeling your body getting to it’s highest point again, your back arching immediately as Gojo’s fingers had sneakily approached your clit rubbing your clit at lightning speed. You couldn’t breathe your legs spasming out and clenching around Gojo so hard he could barely move, your moans turning into a pleasurable scream as you reached your orgasm falling limp as you continued to pulsate around Gojo’s cock.

He isn’t done yet. Taking in sharp breaths as he chases after his own high, you whine slightly from sensitivity but you weren’t going to stop him, thrusting a few more times till he pulls out in quickly, pumping himself in his hand as he aims his load on your stomach, moaning sweetly as he shoots his cum all over your lower half swiping his thumb over his head picking up some of the white substance and shoving it into your slightly agape mouth, ¨How does it taste sweetheart?¨ You start sucking his thumb without any hesitation making a loud popping sound as you pull his hand away.¨Delicious¨, you smile.

With a satisfied chuckle Gojo collapsed onto your bed watching as he reached for anything to help clean yourself up with, ¨I don’t regret doing that you know…¨ He quickly says as he wiped up his mess, ¨I would’ve preferred if you cum somewhere a little less messy¨ You raised an eyebrow, ¨I meant having sex with you.. I’d do it again¨ You smiled, feeling the excitement run through you with just the thought of having sex with Gojo again ¨I’d like that too¨ He went a little quiet intensely watching you, getting closer to you, his lips crashed yours. This time it wasn’t rushed at all, he was moving his lips slowly, capturing every moment of it. Taking a small moment to breathe, he started kissing you again, then giving small pecks all around your face which made you giggle. He finally stopped with getting himself around your arms, cuddling you.

He called out your name at which you just answered with a small sound out of tiredness.

¨I think I love you.¨

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jazzyoranges · 5 months

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i love you write! can i req where shapeshifter reader's Super high after hanging out with stoners and shift to grizzly bear and can't shift back to human form enid report to wednesday, also reader just talk random shet that all wednesday hear was bear grumbling and whining?, tq 3<

New heights

Wednesday Addams x fem!shapeshifter!reader

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: implied drug use, you’re kinda a dumbass lol, my attempt at humor

A/n: writers block is kicking my ass whoops… also happy new years!

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“Wednesday, can you decipher this?” Enid gets up from her bed to show her roommate the text she just got from you, which seemed to be just a bunch of random letters

“What makes you think I’m going to understand better than you.” Wednesday raises an eyebrow at Enid from where she’s sitting at her desk

“I dunno, she’s your girlfriend? Girlfriend telepathy or something”

“I recall her telling me she was, to put it bluntly, getting high with friends tonight.”

“And you didn’t think to lead with that! Do you know where she is?”

“Knowing her, the forest.”

“And you let her!?” Enid exclaims, a hand racking through her hair

“(Y/n)’s the scariest thing in there. Worst comes to worst she comes out with a few scratches.” The blonde is about to respond when her phone pings with another few messages from you

hey uh tell wednesday to come pick up her girlfriend (10:27)

i think (Y/n)’s lost it (10:27)

i’m her friend btw (10:27)

FUCK PLEASE HURRY SHE’S NOT MENTALLY STABLE ANYMSO (10:28)

“Alright put on your big girl pants, we’re getting your girlfriend” Enid’s phone rings with an incoming facetime from you, and she scrambles to click join. What she doesn’t expect is the face of one of your friends, looking a little more than worried

“Oh, thank god! I’m sorry for bad first impressions, but-“ A whine is heard in the background your friend turns to the noise

“Chill out dude, your girlfriend is right here!” He turns back to Enid

“Please put Wednesday on, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bear cry before” Wednesday perks up at her name and swiftly takes the phone from Enid. Your friend turns around the phone so now the two roommates are looking at a grizzly bear that stands on its hind legs, whining and maybe even sobbing

“(Y/n).” Wednesday says, and you snap your head towards the phone held in front of you

Now aware of your girlfriends face in front of you, you get back down onto all fours and boop the screen with your nose

“Wednesday, I missed you! Y’know I was just out here, getting high with my friends as one does, and then all of a sudden I was really sad! Then I started thinking really hard why that might be and I realized it was because you weren’t here! You know how I ugly cry, right? Well I started doing that but for some reason my friends didn’t really understand what I was saying, but I know you’d understand! So that’s why we’re here. Also, I think I might’ve had a growth spurt. I feel really tall and big right now”

Just by the shaking of your phone on the other end of the call, Enid knows her feelings of confusion and maybe fear are shared when you start to grumble and whine. Only you would be able to ramble as a fucking grizzly bear

“C-Connection’s bad, please say something!” Your friend squeaks behind the phone, and Wednesday resists the urge to roll her eyes. It was you, after all. No reason to be scared

“Enid, make sure she doesn’t freak out. I’ll go pick her up.” Wednesday sighs, grabbing her jacket and giving Enid her phone back. She hears you whine even more when you can’t see Wednesday in frame anymore

“(Y/n), can you…” Is the last thing Wednesday hears before leaving the dorm. For an academy that had a curfew, they were astonishingly bad at keeping it upheld. A turn here, climb up that wall, don’t touch that grass near the academy, and boom you’re in the forest before Enid can post something on her blog about Xavier and Bianca’s relationship

You weren’t very difficult to find. The wailing of a bear basically echoed in the forest and claw marks on trees made a clear path to the place you and your friends were getting high at. Well, were getting high at. Wednesday almost wants to watch your friends stay scared behind trees as you claw at the ground below you even more as Enid’s attempts at calming you down seem to be futile

“Wednesday’s almost there, (Y/n)! Maybe just a few more minutes?”

“But I want her now!!” You cry, falling to the ground on your furry stomach with a loud thump

“We’ve already established you’re a bear! We don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, dude!” Your friends voice cracks

“There are two wolves inside of me…” Your head snaps at the sound of a twig snapping in the forest. You stand up on your hind legs, hoping to intimidate whoever seems to be in the forest with you. You’ve already pissed on every tree so no way another bear would dare challenge you for territory

“Who’s there!”

“Don’t get your fur matted, it’s just me.” Wednesday makes her presence known by a chill in the air, which makes your friend jump but ultimately hide behind her. At first he touches her shoulder but the glare she sends his way makes him rethink his life. Luckily he gets out of the way before you barrel towards Wednesday. This time, as a giant tiger

The Addams is quickly tackled to the floor with your entire body weight on her. Your tongue would probably hurt Wednesday if you licked hard enough so you opt for chuffing wildly while having all the characteristics of a needy house cat. You had to make your peace with not being able to purr as a tiger. Which, you were always mad about. “If big cat, why no purr?” as you’d say

“(Y/n).” Wednesday embraces you. Her hands rack through your fur with calculated fingers that knew where to pet you. Under your stomach, behind the ears, and anywhere on your neck. She also knew where your pressure points were, but there’s no fun in dragging a tiger back to Nevermore

You chuff in response, not planning to stop smothering your girlfriend

“(Y/n).” Wednesday tries again. She fails.

“(Y/n).” This time, the look on your girlfriends face makes you stop your smothering. You blow air into her face with a tilt of your head

“Human, now.” You huff in Wednesday’s face while unwillingly getting off of her. Despite her protest you stay a tiger as you walk over to your friend, who looks confused as ever. Giving him a small nod, you take your phone out of his hand with your mouth and let him pet your head

Next, you scoop up Wednesday on your back while deciding it’s a better time than ever to leave

“S-Same time next week?” Your friend calls behind you. You give him the best smile you can whilst your phone is still in your mouth

You’re halfway out the forest when Wednesday finally decides to talk to you again

“For the record, I’m not doing this again the same time next week.”

//-//

Bonus:

Enid opens her door to; you, who’s taken Wednesday’s jacket with a shit eating grin and Wednesday, who’s glaring at you with what looks to be either murder or adoration.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday (2022)#wednesday x y/n #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #xavier thorpe #bianca barclay

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highvern · 8 months

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Jealousy

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x reader

Genre: angst? humor, idiots in love

Warnings: jealous reader, mingyu is kinda an fboy but not really, Seungkwan is a readerxmingyu stan, alcohol mention

Length: ~1.5k

Note: another Drunk Goggles prequel! its a twin piece to bite the bullet bc they're both dumb jealous idiots but this is still very early on in their relationship.

If looks could kill then the nameless girl chatting with Mingyu at the bar, tracing her manicured nails down his bicep as she giggles obscenely, would be six feet under by now.

She technically isn’t doing anything wrong; you and Mingyu aren’t a couple, you have no right to be upset when someone flirts with him. It's a given that someone as handsome and charming as him has a line of people bidding for his attention. But it doesn’t stop your mood from turning to shit when it happens. Frowning into your watered down drink, you swallow the remaining liquid, wincing against the bitterness. If you’re gonna watch people throw themselves at him tonight you’re definitely going to need something stronger than what’s in your cup.

You make your way to the far end of the bar, away from Mingyu and his new “friend,” ordering yourself two shots of tequila to extinguish the fury igniting your veins. The burn of liquor hurts far less than what you witness from the corner of your eye. Mingyu’s back is to you, obscuring his face but not the face of Yeji or Yeri or whatever her name was. She’s smiling at him coyly, blinking up from under her lashes as she leans a little too far into his personal bubble. Mingyu is an idiot if he can’t tell how much this girl wants him to take her home. Her less than subtle squeeze of his bicep sends your eyes rolling and an indignant scoff living your throat. You’ve seen more than enough.

Pushing away from the sticky wooden surface with a new drink in your hand, you creep back towards the table your friends are spread around. Luckily, most are either caught in conversation and don’t notice your tense expression or they’re kind enough to ignore it.

Keyword: most.

Jihyo hones in on your attitude change in zero seconds. And because she is about as subtle as a bull in a China shop, she jumps up to snag your hand and pull you towards the bathroom without a word before anyone else can say anything (re: Seungkwan who is about to kick Mingyu’s ass on your behalf).

“Mingyu’s an idiot.” Jihyo states calmly once she’s locked the door.

She watched Yerin approach Mingyu at the bar and knew the second you saw there would be a meltdown. Jihyo won’t judge you, she never does. But she will wring Mingyu’s neck the next time he comes to her for advice about you. This was definitely not something she would have suggested to him.

“I’m not upset!” You cry, but it’s no use.

“Oh please,” she snorts. “I saw you at the bars. You only drink tequila when your feelings are hurt.”

“He can do what he wants, it’s not like we’re dating.”

“So? You like him, he likes you. If he’s gonna act like a dick in the meantime then he should have at least done it where you wouldn’t have seen.”

“If he likes me so much, why is he flirting with some girl?” You warble.

The tears forming in the corners of your eyes are sponsored by shitty tequila and a long island iced tea.

"Because he’s a dumbass.” She raises her voice. “He adores you, but he’s a dumbass.”

“He can adore my foot up his ass.”

“He probably would.” She contemplates.

You snort. Jihyo knows exactly how to make you feel better.

“If you wanna go home, I’ll come with you. I hate this bar.”

“No you don’t, but I appreciate it.”

“Alright then, can we please get out of here?”

“Yeah, it smells like vomit.” Your face twists as you dab away the tears on your cheeks.

“I thought that was just you.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.” Jihyo argues. “Now, let's go show him what he's missing!”

You raise an eyebrow but leave the cramped space nonetheless.

It's difficult to hide your shock when you approach the table and find Mingyu getting an earful from Seungkwan. You can’t make out what he’s saying but Seungkwan's face is red with either alcohol or anger (probably the latter given the way he’s gripping Mingyu’s collar). Mingyu’s eyes are wide in fear as he’s shaken to and fro by the younger man.

But when Mingyu sees you approach over his friend’s shoulder, the fright melts away, leaving a beaming drunken smile. It’s really hard to be pissed off when he looks like a puppy whose owner just came home. Seungkwan looks around to see what interrupted his lecture to find you staring inquisitively, to which he just rolls his eyes before settling back in his seat, diving into the heated exchange between Jeonghan and Chan.

Mingyu throws an arm around the back of your chair after you settle next to him. His fingertips trace the peak of skin next to the strap of your tank top, raising goosebumps and evaporating the rigidness in your posture immediately. Damn him.

“Missed you.” He mumbles close to your ear.

This time your eye roll is obvious. Mingyu thinks you're being playful but you remember how he was pinned to the bar only a few minutes ago and steam is threatening to pour out your ears again.

“Seems like you had decent company.” Your words are pointed and the way his eyes grow wide and his smile drops almost makes you feel guilty.

“Yerin?” He furrows his brows, “She was nice but not really my type.”

“Pretty girls aren’t your type?”

“Not when they aren’t you.”

The smirk on his face is lazy and confident. Knowing Mingyu, he’d high five himself if he was less trashed.

A cough covers what suspiciously sounds like a snort on the other side of his seat where Seungkwan is.

You bite your tongue against the scoff in the back of your throat. Mingyu’s got balls, you’ll give him that. But if he thinks he can flirt with you right after letting someone feel him up where everyone can see then he has another thing coming.

“You think I’m pretty, Gyu?” Your voice is sickeningly sweet, encouraging Mingyu to fall into your trap.

You turn towards him, letting your eyelids lower and lips pout. One of your hands drops to his thigh as you twist to see him better. It's exactly what Yerin was doing to him earlier but you can immediately tell that he is much more receptive to your antics than he was to hers.

The shock on Mingyu’s face makes you wish for a camera. It’s an effort to keep from laughing when his jaw falls open as his gaze follows the pattern your hand traces on his knee. You’ve never touched him like this before, but if this is how he reacts you’re more than happy to continue.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “The prettiest.”

You hum in acknowledgement. Mingyu is free flowing with compliments whether he’s drunk or sober but it always leaves you breathless.

“Prettier than Yerin?” It’s petty but you’re feeling the shots you downed and logical thought isn’t your priority.

His face has moved into the crook of your neck, chin resting gently on your collarbone, sigh ruffling your hair as he gets cozy in the warm space and allows his nose to trace the curve of your shoulder.

“Absolutely.” His lips tracing the word on your skin makes you shiver.

“Then why’d you spend all night talking to her instead of me?”

Disappointment seeps into your voice; as much as you deny it, he’s hurt your feelings and wounded your pride.

“I—,” Mingyu swallows.

“Hmm?” You’re being mean but he started it.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” you coo in his ear. “Looked like you were having fun.”

“Have more fun with you.” He’s stuttering, flustered at how easily the words slip from between his lips.

“Where’d she go anyway?” You turn your head to locate her but she's nowhere to be seen.

“Don’t know,” Mingy rasps, mind focusing more on the way your nails tickle the inside of his knee through the fabric of his jeans than your questions. “Don’t care.”

“Don’t be mean.” You chide.

“I really don’t though.”

“Well, Jihyo and I were thinking about heading out.” You feign a yawn. “It’s late.”

At the sound of your threat, Mingyu is immediately up out of your neck and staring at you with puppy eyes.

“But you just sat down!” He pouts.

“I’ve been here for hours.” You mirror his expression. “I’m tired, Gyu.”

“I haven’t gotten to talk to you all night!”

Hook.

“Maybe you can talk to Yerin again.” You smile with venom in your eyes.

Line.

The shock on Mingyu’s face informs you that he is now realizing how much he fucked up.

Sinker.

“Bye, Gyu.” You coo sweetly, giving his thigh one last squeeze.

Jihyo watched the entire scene play out much to her own horror. She’s ready to go the second you stand, preparing the lecture of a lifetime once you're on the way home. But the shit eating grin on your face makes her proud.

What you two don't see is Seungkwan leaning over to whisper a “told you so” in Mingyu’s directions as they both watch you walk towards the exit and into the night.

#svthub #kim mingyu #mingyu x reader #kim mingyu x reader #mingyu fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #svt imagines #svt fluff #seventeen fic #svt fanfic #svt x reader #🫡 highvern #dghe couple

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ohimsummer · 4 months

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RANDOM HORROR GAMER! SATORU HCS

— one(1) suggestive under the cut so minors dni, gamer! gojo x reader, established rs, explicit language, some gamer! reader, pet names (sweetums, baby, (my) love), the link has body horror!!, horror-loving gojo in general <3

⭑ ࣪ ˖ sum’z notes.ᐟ gojo playing outlast and resident evil and silent hill and fnaf and and

horror gamer! satoru who always likes you around whenever he starts playing. doesn’t matter if you’re cooking, showering, or out for the day—and prefers you in his lap while in his comfy gaming chair, but if you’re even just on the bed nearby then that’s totally okay, too.

horror gamer! satoru who finds it so cute when the jumpscares actually startle you. laughs when you let out a yelp or a scream, giggling a ‘relax, baby’ as if his heart didn’t stop for a second at the same scare.

horror gamer! satoru who asks your opinions and recommendations on what games to play, even if you know nothing about them. if he’s stuck between two games, he’ll let you be the tiebreaker, shoving the two options in your face for you to choose from even if your reasons are inane. ‘you like the art on this one better? the title sounds cooler? okay, come check it out with me!’

horror gamer! satoru who finds it comforting whenever you’re cuddled under him while he plays. your scent and the warmth of your body soothes him, makes the scares a little less frightening and he calms down way quicker when he gets to hug you so tight. (refers to you as his emotional support y/n)

horror gamer! satoru who’s just about always eating his words about how terrified the game is making him. talks so much shit going ‘oh this dumbass monster isn’t even that scary’ and you just like to humor him even though you can feel his heart pounding in his chest.

horror gamer! satoru who enjoys when you also talk a little trash with him. ‘i could totally take that monster on, right, baby?’ ‘hell yeah, it looks weak as shit, you could destroy that thing.’

horror gamer! satoru and you both frantically talking over eachother when he gets to a fast-paced area of the game, parts that require swift puzzle-solving or thinking quickly on your feet. ‘fuckfuckfuck where do i go, where do i go ?!’ ‘that way, THAT WAY, no the other way, oh my god, run!!’

horror gamer! satoru who likes handing you the mouse/controller and watching you play. guides you through some parts when you get confused, and always returns your victorious grin when you’re able to get past the really scary or difficult areas by yourself.

‘look at my baby gettin’ through the little mini-boss after 26– ow, fine, 18 tries! so proud of you, sweetums, guess my super-awesome gaming skills are rubbin’ off on ya, huh?’

horror gamer! satoru who lets you get jumpscared even when he knows a scare is coming up. ‘didn’t wanna ruin the experience for ya, baby’ while he’s almost spitting out his water from trying to hold back laughter.

horror gamer! satoru who you have to gently drag away from his setup when he starts getting frustrated. he’s been stuck on this one part for hours now because of rng or the boss is just ‘stupid and rigged’ and insanely hard. you can see his jaw clench, his moves getting sloppier in his exasperation.

horror gamer! satoru let’s you pepper kisses up and down his neck, over his jaw and cheeks, on his forehead as you murmur suggestions to take a break in his ear. you hold your own drink up in an offer for him to take a sip, before slipping away to grab one of his favorite sweet treats to hopefully ease his frustrations. ‘give it a rest and come cuddle with me for a bit, my love, you can always try again later.’

horror gamer! satoru who buys another controller (in your favorite color) so he can play co-op horror games with you. he loves watching you improve, proud when he doesn’t have to carry you as hard anymore. and it feels so much more fun because it’s like you’re experiencing the scares together, not the same as when you’re just watching him play.

horror gamer! satoru who goes horror game-hunting with you. he loves that your interest in them has grown so much, and you two can actually talk in detail about them since your ‘horror knowledge’ isn’t at base level anymore.

horror gamer! satoru likes that you’re not just watching him play and listening to him explain what’s going on anymore. you’re more heavily intrigued in the game lore and spotting tiny details or references in the games.

you’re playing a multiplayer horror game with satoru, exploring a different room of the house since you two have split up to cover more ground.

‘oh, wow! satoru, look at this little figure on the desk!’

his avatar makes its way over, and he’s a little excited to see the tiny evil within 2 reference on the piece of furniture.

‘it’s obscura, isn’t that so cool?’ ‘fuck yeah, wonder if there’s any more hidden around here somewhere?’ and you both keep an eye out for any other allusions to more horror game characters.

horror gamer! satoru who convinces you that playing in the dark is so much better. and it is, it makes the whole experience that much scarier, and you hate (love) it. you find yourself peeping into the dark shadows of the room, goosebumps raised on every inch of skin. and also wanting to punch satoru in the throat when he grazes a finger up the nape of your neck, laughing at your fright when you just about jump out of your skin.

horror gamer! satoru who buys little trinkets or figures of horror game characters. bought you a silent hill nurse figurine to go next to his of pyramid head. you both dressed up as said characters for a Halloween party once, and then ended up, um, undressing eachother in someone’s bathroom later that night…

horror gamer! satoru who knows all kinds of horror game trivia and he loves exchanging facts with you, even if you tell him stuff he already knows. again, he just loves that you share his favorite interest! tell him over and over about how [char.] is your favorite horror game villain or how [song] makes that scene so much creepier! he will eat it up again and again and again.

horror gamer! satoru who gets so excited whenever you present a new game to him, especially if it’s one he hasn’t seen before! ‘holy shit, baby is this a new release? fuck, we have to play this tonight!’

a casual (horror-themed) date night with horror gamer! satoru could be going out to see a new scary movie in theatres, or even just staying in to play your favorite horror games together. on nights like those, he likes to suggest cheesy, parody, or nostalgic horror games like slenderman or some .EXE game.

tagz: @anthoosies @staryukis @hellkaiserinphoenix @biscuitsngravie @elusivemoon @rxddxvotion @babytoshiii

#satoru gojo headcanons #gojo satoru headcanons #jjk headcanons #gojo headcanons #satoru headcanons #gojo x reader #satoru x reader

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mediumgayitalian · 3 months

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“Hey. You.”

The most beat up pair of purple Chucks he’s ever seen enter his line of sight. Following them up the person they are attached to, he squints, trying to make out a face in the backdrop of the bright midday sun.

“What,” Nico says flatly.

Kayla is unbothered by his attitude. “I need your help.”

Now that is a sentence Nico does not often hear. He waits for a following because someone has died and I need you to handle it, or perhaps a more interesting because there is a ghost terrorizing camp that you need to take care of, but no explanation is forthcoming.

“Because…?” Nico prompts, eyebrows raising. Kayla huffs.

“My dumbass older brother has been working for seventy straight hours. Every time we try to drag him out he just — I dunno, talks around it. He’s fast and disorienting and none of us have managed, but if he doesn’t sleep soon he’s going to collapse. Again.”

Nico blinks. He’d wondered why he’d been having so much peace over the last couple days — there has not been, in hindsight, even one knock on his door at an obnoxious hour, nor has he been bagged about missing breakfast or lunch or dessert or whatever else. He has, for the most part, woken up well past noon and spent his time wandering the woods.

…Huh.

No wonder he’s been so bored.

“Don’t know how I’m supposed to help you with that,” he says shortly. “Knock him unconscious and drag his body back to bed.”

Kayla shakes her head. “Tried that. He has a very thick skull. Just made him mad.”

Nico was kidding, mostly, but the idea of Kayla tiptoeing behind a distracted Will and walloping him upside the head in the name of sisterly love makes him smile despite himself. Just as quickly, he twists it into a scowl, because he does not like the teasing expression that has wormed itself across the daughter of Apollo’s face.

“Well, then, pray, I guess.”

“Just talk to him,” she says, exasperated. “He listens to you.” She turns and strides off before Nico can say no, actually, Solace is a stubborn pain in the ass who delights particularly in ignoring everything I say, not sure where you got that from. And somehow, Nico feels like this is not something that’s just going to go away.

He groans, and curses at the heavens, and stomps towards the infirmary.

———

The infirmary is, when Nico walks in, surprisingly crowded.

It’s never really empty, not at camp, but it’d been a lot quieter the last time Nico had been dragged in (he got a papercut. Well, a sword gash to the artery, but nothing a square of ambrosia couldn’t fix, and definitely nothing worth a forty-straight-minute lecture from Will, that was for certain). Then, maybe a third of the cots had been occupied, and most patients where lucid enough to be complaining. Medics were either actively arguing with difficult campers, or chatting amongst themselves.

Now, not a single cot is free. The infirmary swells with pained groans and sounds of retching. Medics and medics-in-training rush from bed to bed; none of them as hurriedly as Will Solace, who might as well be a blur of movement.

“Woah,” Nico says, darting his arms out to catch the aforementioned blur of movement as he rapidly approaches the ground, having tripped on a supply cart. “Slow down, Solace, or you’re gonna end up on a cot.”

“Sounds good,” he mumbles. His eyes are bloodshot. “Gimme ten, and I’ll come check you out, okay? Unless you’re dying. Are you dying?” He frowns, concentrating. A familiar glow comes from his hands, but it’s — weak, almost. More of a flicker than anything. “No, you’re not dying. Good. Be back soon.”

Despite his parting words, he doesn’t move.

“Did my legs stop working?” he wonders, and promptly goes fully limp. Nico yelps, scrambling to keep from dropping him.

“Um, help?” he yells. “Medic down?”

“Cot!” someone yells back. “Be there soon-ish!”

Nico glances side to side, but, as he expected, everything is occupied, and every medic is busy. Several people, he is now noticing, are covered in the same, pulsating red welts, clutching bowls and buckets to their chests, faces green with nausea. Some kind of outbreak. Austin, Will’s brother, is sprinting from bed to bed, checking fevers, firing off hymns. Kayla ducks in from the back doors, throwing on a scrub shirt, and rushes to help. A few other people Nico recognises as regular volunteers are doing what they can to keep people upright and as comfortable as possible, until one of the healers can get to them.

Will is still unconscious.

Nico ducks into the nearest shadow, and disappears.

———

part two

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wood-white-writer · 8 months

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"Didn't mean to make your heart Blue" || [3/...]

- OPLA!Buggy x F!Reader

"And I am the idiot with the painted face, in the corner taking up space. But when he walks in, I am loved."

— Mitski, "Me and My Husband"

Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live action) x F!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Summary: You were an apprentice of Gol D. Roger’s crew in your youth, long before his eventual demise. Along with the Red-Haired Shanks and Buggy, you were a formidable trio; the embodiment of a new generation of pirates yet to come. But times changed, and so did you and your friends. Years have passed since you last saw Buggy following the dispute that you thought ended your friendship. When you finally reunite with the blue-haired menace you once considered your closest friend, it’s under less than “friendly” circumstances.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, LA!Verse, Buggy is a lonely asshole, flashbacks, semi-canon divergence, Reader is strong AF,

A/N: I forgot to mention this before, but I guess this technically does hold some spoilers from the manga/anime. Keep in mind, I've not seen/read either piece, so it's merely used to give their stories some background.

Taglist: @kurinhimenezu, @carpinchootaku (If you want to be tagged for this story, just send me a message or comment :))

Fuck, fuck, fuck, where the fuck are you?

After some time of searching, Buggy finds you sitting by the docks, your feet gently swaying with the waves, almost free of any earthbound weight. He’d join you if he could, but he’s not brave enough to get too close to the waters yet.

However, he’s content enough to just watch you from a safe distance. The sky is free of clouds and the moon is full, which illuminates your shape like a bright lantern in the night.

Beautiful, that's what he thinks you are. In fact, that's what he's been thinking for a while now, not that he's ever told you that to your face. He wonders when he stopped looking at you like something more than a friend.

Maybe it was when he caught you smiling at him after you'd successfully managed to steal a bottle of fine rum from the local bar, and you both ended up getting blackout drunk on the ship deck?

Maybe it was when he saw you win a round of arm-wrestling against one of your other crewmates, despite being significantly younger than the opponent.

Maybe it was when you beat a guy black and blue for making fun of his nose in public, with both him and Shanks cheering you on from a safe distance?

It doesn’t matter when it was. What matters is that, for a while, he has found it difficult to take his eyes off you. Even if it’s just a peek, it usually takes him a while to force his attention on something else.

The rest of the crew are on the Oro Jackson, celebrating their recent endeavors, yet here you are, celebrating on your own. He finds it odd; you’re usually happy to participate in any celebrations with the crew, but you’ve decided to be here instead. It was your absence on deck that prompted Buggy to go looking for you.

The wind picks up and he can feel goosebumps spread across his skin like wildfire. He shivers and tugs his jacket tighter around himself, and that’s when he notices that you’re not wearing any additional clothing to stave off the cold in the night.

He finally calls out to you, a little throaty for reasons he refuses to disclose aloud. “You’re gonna get a cold like that, dumbass! You wanna get pneumonia and die or something?”

You subsequently turn around to face him, and his breath gets caught in his throat. Your sharp eyes, when caught in the moonlight, sparkle like a thousand treasures — compiled of gold, diamonds, and millions and millions of berries — holed up in two caves.

Smiling in the way that makes his pulse quicken, you proceed to wave your feet in the water. A few drops land on your arms, sparkling in the air before landing on the skin of your arms. “I don’t think so? If we get to the South Pole, maybe there’s a higher risk?”

He frowns and crosses his arms over his chest. “The North Pole is colder!”

“Ah, well,” you snicker. “In that case, then I’m not likely to get pneumonia unless we’re there.”

“You can still get cold! What are you, a moron?”

For someone who can’t keep his eyes off you for extended periods, that doesn’t keep him from being rather crass in terms of vocabulary with you. That’s alright. You’ve never been one to appreciate honeyed words if your frequent bickering with both him and Shanks says something.

With another swing of your legs, you reestablish contact with with wooden platform and make your way over to him. That’s when he finally realises that you haven’t brought your shoes with you, but you don’t seem bothered by it. “By the way, what’re you doing here, Buggy?“

He considers telling you a simple lie that won’t clash with what he knows to be the truth. He was coincidentally going for a walk, he needed some air, he was purposefully looking for you…

“Noticed you weren’t on the ship,” he finally settles on with a hmph. “Had to make sure you hadn’t accidentally up and drowned or something. You’re a shitty swimmer,”

“Not as shitty as you,” you counter and blow him a raspberry.

He’s about to tell you to fuck off or something when, again, he finds himself pausing.

You’re smiling at him, so softly, and it feels so warm that the wind no longer has any effect on him. He can feel his cheeks scorch up and his heart is pounding so hard that it feels on the verge of breaking his ribs.

He hastily looks away and coughs a couple of times, trying to maintain what little dignity he has left.

“Are you alright?” You ask with faux concern. “Did you just catch pneumonia or something?”

“S-Screw you!”

You laugh, and it’s like music to his ears. Your laughs are usually raspy and hardly appropriate, but he finds that it’s the prettiest sound in the world. Your smile, your laugh, they are so warm that he hopes that you’ll never stop making them.

Out of the blue, you wrap an arm around his shoulder and begin tugging him on the path to the ship. “Come on, before they leave us behind.”

“Y-Yeah, let’s.” He doesn’t move to tug your arm away, and no power on this earth will make him.

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Now that he's closer to the kid, Buggy realizes the stupidity of asking if he was yours. The two of you are nothing alike, but the truly defining factor lies in your eyes. Rubber Boy's eyes are too bright, too round. Whereas yours are knives ready to strike, his' are simple spoons.

He begrudgingly has to hand it to the kid; he's a fearless one. Even stretching his limbs beyond human capabilities does not diminish his spirit. Buggy doesn't know whether to applaud or reject the determination the boy has.

"I want you to think of this, like an artistic exercise," he explains. "Because pain leads to art, and art reveals truth."

He can't hear any commotion from the backrooms where he keeps you contained. Truth be told, he never expected it to keep you for long, only detain you for a limited amount of time. If he wants to both get the map and keep his life in one go, he is going to have to try and get it without necessarily ruining the kid too much.

Still, it doesn't keep him from testing the lines. He tries to pry the answers out with a needle, but no matter what he does, the kid remains infuriatingly mute.

So, he decides to dig a little deeper.

"Now, what makes a boy want to grow up to be King of the Pirates? Who are you trying to impress?" He tilts his head with inquisitiveness. "A lost love?"

On cue, he can vaguely make out a gnarling sound coming from the back rooms. The sound of chains rattling, which he perceives as you probably moving in the enclosure. He thinks about sending someone to check on you and find out what you're up to, but he does not want the number of supporting casts to reduce.

"An absent parent?" He continues, ignoring the noises as he closes in on the boy. "Or was it someone that you worshipped? A false idol."

Try as he might, the boy fails to feign any indifference to him. A master of performance himself, Buggy knows when he's hit his target "That's it."

He yanks the dumb straw hat off his head, and the boy's protests against it further dig a nail into the coffin. "Give me back my hat!"

"I used to know a pirate that wore a hat just like this." Buggy's grip on the feeble thing drastically tightens as memories of the past resurface. "Red-Haired Shanks."

"You knew Shanks?"

"Ginger? Three scars, left eye?" Of course, how could he not know of the bastard? "We served together on a pirate crew when we were about your age. In fact," he glances at the boy from over his shoulder. "Your friend, Cross-Hairs over there, was with us at the time."

The kid blinks in confusion, clearly not aware of this little piece of information. "I knew she served with Shanks, but she never mentioned you."

In all honesty, it doesn't surprise him, yet he still perceives this as a slight against him from your side. The underlying hypocriticism in that doesn't evade his notice, but he elects not to address it.

Buggy can feel the straws under his digits lightly crack beneath the pressure of his grip. "She did, but before then, it was the three of us. For a time, I even thought we were friends." His nail pierces a hole through the inside of the hat. "Until they betrayed me, like all the others. He wanted to keep me out of the spotlight! He wanted to keep my star from shining too brightly!"

"They wouldn't do that," Rubber Boy is quick to protest, rather vehemently too as if Buggy just insulted his entire lineage. "You don't know her, and you don't know Shanks. Don't talk about them that way."

"I bet I know her far better than you do, Rubber Boy." He smirks and raises a knowing eyebrow at the kid. "Does she still snatch specifically red apples off vendors when you're in town? Does she still tend to store her knives in her boots when she thinks no one's looking?"

The kid doesn't have to answer. His silence is all the confirmation he needs, and it makes him feel victorious in some sense.

"Let me ask you something else, then. How'd the famous Captain of the Cross-Haired Pirates get stuck with a simple-minded nobody like you? What did you do that was so special that she decided to stick around until now?"

The damn brat doesn't answer.

He presses on. "Apparently, she made a promise to someone, and though I have a sneaking suspicion as to whom, I don't want to jump the gun." He grasps harshly at the kid's face, no longer smiling. "You know, and if you tell me, I might be convinced to lessen the restraints."

The damn brat still doesn't fucking answer, and it vexes him greatly. Even so, if there's one thing he's learned, it's that the kid's silence can be substituted for an answer.

So, he finally asks the billion-berry question:

"Was it Shanks?"

Rubber Boy does not answer. He doesn't fucking answer, and Buggy's patience snaps like a twig.

You would be willing to go through all of this trouble, to keep the kid safe and help him achieve his dream, just because you made a silly promise to what was once your mutual friend. You would give up your career as one of the most successful pirates in the modern age, just for that?

Just for him?

Deep down, he feels something carve at him. Carve at the boyish version of him he left behind the same day he left you. Would you have been just as loyal to him as you were to Shanks, if only he stayed?

He does not voice these thoughts aloud. Instead, he can't help but beam, because everything he's theorized up until this point has just been verified. It aches, and it hurts, and it cuts, but even so, he can only smile down at the boy.

"Stretch him until he breaks."

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Although you hear a commotion coming from the stage room, and despite the urge you have to just break out and be done with this all, you deliberately remain in your cage. One leg pulled up to your chin whereas the other one rests uncomfortably on the stale ground boards, you do nothing more than let your temper simmer down.

Honestly, what a mess.

You made one thing perfectly clear to Shanks the day you agreed to disband your crew and keep watch on the boy. It had not even been a week after he returned to the docks of Fooshia Village, one arm short and the boy by his side.

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"I am not his parent. I will not be held responsible for the mistakes he makes when he decided to leave land. I will only keep him alive until I decide he can do that himself; after he's earned his first bounty. After that, I'm off."

"And what will you do after?" he had asked, genuinely curious.

You didn't answer, because you didn't know.

"Look after the lad for me, will you? Help him achieve his dream." He had taken your shoulder under his warm remaining hand and said:

"Maybe one day, you'll find your own."

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If you'd known that Luffy's dream would one day lead you back to him, you would've been more reluctant to make that promise. At the time, you had little interest in picking up the shattered pieces of your childhood dream, yet it seems that now it has decided to search you out instead.

Or rather, he has.

Your head hurts.

This is not the time for heartfelt reunions if there ever was one. Buggy has only one goal in mind, and that is to get his hands on that damn map. Harming Luffy will serve as a means to an end in achieving that, which happens to clash with your goal. You're not Luffy's parent, you tell yourself, but you're willing to extend the promise to Shanks just this once.

And so, after some careful deliberation, you make your escape.

You hit the metal once, and it bends significantly. Then twice, and on the third strikes, they bend and crack, finally granting you access to direct contact with the ground. It's never felt so relieving to be earthbound, and you even go as far as to tap your feet a few times to enrich that feeling.

Having most likely heard the noise, two troupe members march through the curtains to see what's going on. The first one barely has the time to register your escape before you lunge.

You're quick to subdue them, knocking the first one out with an easy choke-hold whereas the other mysteriously ends up with half his body stuck in what remains of your previous confinement. His ass hangs out in a rather humiliating position, but the point is, he's out of the way.

The adrenaline is the one part of piracy you've missed. The surge of energy that flows through your veins, feeling the air brush your face as you make your move, the warmth in your heart that substitutes any pain or hurt you've ever felt if only for a moment.

You relish it.

You happen to find your weapons in the room, hidden in some crates. Your knives and your pistol, are both unscathed and fully functional, but you know that you'll end up relying on your hands for this. After all, it's personal, and personal matters are handled in a personal way.

When you're certain the two troupe members are of no concern to you, you exit the back rooms and find yourself in the opening between the audience rows shortly after. The lights have been killed and there's an ominous silence stretching in the atmosphere.

You look up at the terrified audience, and though you're almost in clear view of them, none dares stray away from the view up ahead.

Said view in question being of Luffy halfway submerged by seawater in a tank, already struggling to keep himself afloat.

Fuck this. Fuck him.

You don't even stop to coordinate your next move as, as you would've done under ordinary circumstances. No, the moment you spot Buggy standing there, trying to reason with the kid with the promise of belonging and having a place on his crew, you lunge for the kill.

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All Buggy sees just as you make your move is a flash of sharp eyes that seem to glow in the dim room. There's no word upon your entrance, no sound, not a single warning at all. A shriek resonates through the air, shattering the silence that had unknowingly settled over them, and it's his own.

The air gets knocked out of his lungs as you shove your fist straight into his stomach. Ordinarily, that specific portion of his would've just straight up dislodged itself from his body, but it doesn't this time. He remains intact, a contradiction to what you had threatened to do, and he falls back several good feet on his back like a kicked dog.

A raspy groan is all the noise he manages to get out, heaving his chest in search of the air that was stolen from him. He throws one arm to the ground and gets his upper body up.

When he finally manages to somewhat stabilize his line of sight, all he sees as the world remains blurred around him is you standing over him with a dangerous glimmer in your eyes. One he's already familiar with.

This is not his old friend or his old flame crew member. This is Cross-Hairs, the feared captain of the vicious Cross-Haired Pirates. The Beast of the East. The one whose aim never misses, and if it does, she'll hunt her target down to the ends of the earth.

And now, he's officially become your target. No longer a passive one at that, but the only one your eyes are set on. He doesn't know if he's content or unnerved by this.

There are no palpable emotions on your face, but he can read your eyes well enough to know that you're angry. No, angry doesn't even begin to cover it; you're absolutely, positively, completely pissed.

"What?" He forces out, still aching from the punch to his abdomen. "Going to make good on your promise? Going to finally kill me after all this time? If so, then just get on with it!"

You don't answer, and he hates it even more than he would've had you responded. A part of him wants you to kill him; wants you to show that you care enough about him to just fucking do it.

No, instead, all you give him is a glare. That same glare that's never left your face since he first laid his eyes on you. You turn your full attention to the tank and, with one simple hit, you break the glass to try and free Rubber Boy. You free him, without even a moment to hesitate, and it feels so much more painful than if you’d just ended him on the spot.

He wants to scream. Buggy wants to scream until his lungs give in. Scream at your inability to fully look at him. Scream at your apparent concern for a boy who is no more a pirate than he is a banker.

Scream, because even after all this time, you still refuse to choose him.

Never him.

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Hi, how are you?? Would it be alright to request a drabble where Daryl and his partner keep trying to have some alone time between their jobs in the Commonwealth but keep getting interrupted by Judith, RJ and Dog? And when things get hot and heavy at night, one of the kids has a nightmare and wants to sleep in their bed?

Thank you and take care lovely <3

DarylxFem!Reader

warnings: p in v, poorly written smut.

this is something I think about a lot, tysm for the request!!

You’d settled into the commonwealth now. In the beginning, it was difficult, you had grown so accustomed to hilltop and being surrounded by people you already knew, and most of all, you were used to being with Daryl all the time.

Things were different now, Daryl had some big important job that didn’t leave him much alone time, he was surrounded by dumbasses all the time and if you knew Daryl then you knew how much he struggled to push through the days sometimes.

You’re job wasn’t as big as Daryl’s but it was important to you because it helped you feel like part of the community. You worked in the ice cream truck and you loved it, it wasn’t a demanding job, it was simply just scooping ice cream and seeing the smiles on the kids faces when you handed it to them. Daryl had described it as ‘the perfect job for you’. He knew you were capable of so much more but he also knew that his girl deserved a break and he’d be damned if he took your little ice cream job away from you, there was no need to overexert yourself now you were here, so he was just glad you were enjoying yourself, even if he didn’t particularly have the best time at his own job.

You were the one to pick the kids up from school whilst Daryl was the one who ushered the two Grimes’ to get ready quickly in the mornings, since he had to get up early anyways. Daryl rarely got any days off and it was showing, he was becoming short with people, not being hurtful or rude but he was just exhausted and quite frankly just wanted to sleep as soon as he got home which left very little time for the two of you but you understood.

One morning, you woke up from Daryl planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Opening your eyes and staring at him, you were confused. He wasn’t in his gear or in his black attire, he was just wearing his worn black jeans and button down with his leather vest.

“Mornin’, darlin’” he swiped some hair off your face.

Your eyebrows furrow, “why aren’t you- why are you still here?”

Daryl scoffed with a smirk.

“Ouch…” he chuckles, ��ain’t got work today, gotta day off to spend wit’ ya”

Instantly, a grin took over your face, reaching your arms out to your partner which he gladly took in his calloused hands and pulled you to sit upright.

“Want ya to get ready… gon’ be just me n you today, okay?”.

God, you love him so much!

“Okay…” you reply with a soft giggle.

Halfway through your shower, you feel a sudden surge of panic.

You rush out of the bathroom to find Daryl sat at the small table in the kitchen area.

“Daryl! Where are the kids?! It’s the weekend!”

Daryl looks up at you and nearly chokes on the water in his mouth when he sees you stood stark naked.

Then he stifles laughter.

“Christ girl… they’re with Carol. Ya really think id just lose em?” He raises his eyebrows and can’t help his eyes from darting between your chest and your face.

“Get back in the damn shower, been in there long enough anyways… hurry up”.

Ten minutes later, you’re dressed and ready to go… wherever Daryl plans on taking you.

Just as you leave the apartment complex, Daryl almost bumps straight into Carol, who was coming the opposite way with RJ in tow, looking teary-eyed.

“Daryl… I’m sorry, I know you had… plans, but RJ’s not feeling so hot and he just keeps asking for you”.

As RJ lets go of Carol’s hand and quickly latches on to Daryl’s, you can hear Daryl sigh.

“Nah… s’alrigh’… thanks Carol”, Daryl ruffles RJ’s hair and then turns back towards the apartment complex, walking in without another word.

Lord knows he’s pissed off, not at RJ, but just at the world but… what’s new?

Once inside, you tell Daryl to go sit down whilst you deal with RJ, tucking him in and giving him some medicine. After he’s all snuggled, you tell him to shout if he needs anything and then you shut the door, making your way to Daryl.

He’s sat in the same chair as earlier, he looks up at you as you stand beside him.

Cupping his face, you lean down to kiss his cheek, “its okay, we can still spend time together inside…”

Daryl forces a smile and nods, you’re always the positive one and he loves you for that but he wanted to do something nice with you today.

You spend the rest of the day taking care of RJ and playing a real old, shitty board game with Daryl (who doesn’t play by the rules) until Judith came home from being Carol’s care all day.

You and Daryl do your job as make shift parents, getting the kids to bed and then the two of you go to bed together. Daryl holds you protectively against his chest and you can sense he’s upset with how the day panned out. And, just to top it off, dog decided to bark at a bird through the window at one AM, causing the entire family to wake up. You offer to be the one to get up, close the damn curtains and get the kids settled again but Daryl being Daryl, is stubborn as hell.

“Shhh... Just go back to sleep, I got it”

You groan inwardly, knowing that your man will be grouchy the next morning.

And boy were you right.

Not being able to treat you to a nice day was pissing Daryl off to high heavens, but that mixed with three hours sleep after having to get two children back to sleep and a dog to stop barking, was a recipe for disaster.

Your man was running himself into the ground and you knew that if you didn’t do something soon, he’d get overwhelmed and most likely have some sort of mental break down. There’s only so much the great loverboy Daryl Dixon can take!

A few days later, you’d managed to work your magic.

Daryl had the afternoon off and the kids both had sleepovers to attend.

And so did you and Daryl.

Daryl got off from work at two, bursting through the door and practically ripping his gear off. He was stressed.

As soon as he sees you, he walks over to you but just stands in front of you, no advances.

As you look over his face, you notice he looks about ready to cry, so you squeeze his biceps then rub his shoulders, reaching up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss.

His strong hands wrap around your waist and pull you closer, deepening the kiss. He starts to guide you backwards until the back of your knees hit the mattress and your fall onto your back.

Daryl practically growls, he’s HUNGRY and it visible in his eyes.

He lifts you to the centre of the mattress, leaning over you and kissing at your neck, sucking and nibbling as you emit desperate whimpers, you’re both just as needy as each other.

Daryl wants to kiss every part of you but he’s already painfully hard in the confines of his trousers and he’s so fucking pent up he’s afraid that if he keeps up the foreplay, he won’t last much longer.

Standing on his knees, he undoes his pants, pulling them down swiftly, along with his boxers, his impressive length springing free, his tip producing a fat bead of precum.

“Bend over.” Is all he says.

You do as you’re told, of course, getting onto your hands and knees, arching your back and pushing your ass out for your man.

Grabbing the skirt of your dress, he pushes it up to your shoulder blades, making sure its out the way.

He spreads your soft ass cheeks with his calloused hands, running his thumb over the wet spot on your panties.

“Such a good, fucking girl fer me, aint ya?”

You whine as a reply and then he’s pulling your panties to the side, running his thumb through your wet slit then stopping to massage at your clit.

“Please…”, you whimper out.

His hand leaves your pussy, gripping at the base of his cock and guiding it to your folds, pushing in without another warning.

“Fu-uuck… so fucking tight y/n…”

Daryl holds your hips in a grip like a vice, pounding into you from behind whilst he grunts with each thrust. He leans down to kiss your back, his hands leaving your hips to slide up the front of your dress, squeeing your tits.

Daryl’s grunts turn into whimpers as he gets close, but then you both hear the front door open, followed my a chirp voice.

“Uncle Daryl, Aunt y/n…?” Judith’s steps can be heard coming towards the bedroom as she searches for the both of you.

“Ya gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me”, Daryl quickly pulls out, throwing a blanket over you and then roughly pulling up his pants.

“Aye, Jude just- just wait out there, kid!”

So she does, and when Daryl exits the room he’s met with a knowingly raised eyebrow.

“Don’t gimme that, ya ain’t s’posed to be ‘ere”

“I had a nightmare… I wanted to come home”

Daryl expression softens.

“Ya walked back here by yerself, in the dark?”

Judith nods, clearly a little shaken. “Can I sleep in your guys’ bed? Please?”

Daryl sighs but ultimately gives in, making sure you’re decent before leading Jude in.

Daryl was not happy that Judith had walked home by herself in the dark, not telling the adults she was with, but he was less happy about the fact he left you hanging.

But that would have to be solved another time, now Daryl had lost all horniness… almost being walked in on by your ‘kid’ does that to a man, specially when the plant themselves right in the middle of you and your girl.

Judith fell asleep pretty fast between the two of you.

You reached across the sleeping child to squeeze Daryl’s hand, whispering a meaningful “I love you”.

Sure, Daryl was a little down that he couldn’t love on his girl like he wanted to but boy was he lucky, and he was smart enough to see that. He was grateful for his little family, so he returned the gesture.

“Love ya too, baby”

“Ssssshhh!”

You and Daryl scoffed at Judith’s demand, but followed suit, falling asleep eventually.

God this felt so rushed! Alsooooo I struggle so much with tense so I’m sorry about that lmfao.

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bro-atz · 4 months

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friends to lovers to strangers [trope — hongjoong]

inspired by: periwinkle — short story + genesis — smau by @songmingisthighs

word count: 3.3k

content: angst, smut, kitchen sex, gradual heartbreak, ofc joong chooses his career over you, completely consensual (sex)!

author's note: periwinkle was a short story i wrote for my ex-best friend many years ago... i have no idea if this is just as devastating, but i tried my best to make it as heartbreaking as periwinkle. if you ever wanna read periwinkle, lmk and i might just post it here

trope masterlist | part one | part two

It wasn’t romantic at first. It was very friendly. You met Hongjoong at one of your friend’s parties— Mingi loved celebrating the randomest things, and you usually avoided his parties due to said randomness, but you finally went, and that was when you met Hongjoong.

He was very different from what you were expecting. Well, you didn’t know that you were going to meet him that day, but based off Mingi’s personality (and the personalities of a lot of his friends), Hongjoong was the oddest one out. He was calm, collected, watched his limits while drinking instead of downing everything in sight, and he was a lot of fun to talk to.

The first night you met him, you spent a lot of time just trash-talking Mingi and his friends. You didn’t hate them, per se, but it was so easy to make fun of their dumbass decisions, and just reminiscing and sharing stories about them was a lot of fun. Honestly, if it weren’t for Hongjoong, you probably would have never gone to another one of Mingi’s parties.

You and Hongjoong bonded fast. Granted, you only ever talked to him when you met him at parties, but you spent a lot of the time at those parties together. You would drink, share stories about your childhood, and he would drink and tell you thing about his brother, who you grew to like just by hearing those stories of his.

“Hey, I have a question for you,” you prodded Hongjoong’s shoulder one night when you were particularly tipsy. “You have my number, right?”

“Yeah, I do. What about it?”

“Why don’t you ever text me to hang out? I feel like it’d be fun to talk during the day, too,” you pouted.

“Well, if I’m being honest, I was waiting for you to text first,” Hongjoong couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s easier to work around your schedule since you work that nine to five as an HR associate—”

“HR director now, actually! I got promoted.”

“Wow! Congratulations,” Hongjoong beamed at you, his gummy smile more of a compliment than his words. “But, see, you’re super dedicated to your job, and my sleep schedule is usually fucked since I spend so much time at the studio—”

“Right! Because you’re a composer,” you said a little too loudly. “Right.”

“But I promise,” Hongjoong took your hand. “Text me, and we’ll make plans during the day.”

“You promise? You promise to actually make plans with me instead of sleep through them like some people?” you asked while nodding your head over to Mingi who was busy doing shots out of the bartender’s belly button.

“I promise.”

Hongjoong stuck to his promise. It was honestly really fucking difficult to make plans with him, but he said he would make it for coffee at least once a week, and that he did. Talking to him during the daytime was a lot more pleasant than you expected. You were a little worried that you enjoyed his company only while you were drunk because you only ever talked to him when you had a couple shots in you, but he proved to be great conversation outside of the party scene as well.

You texted him frequently, asking him if he wanted to go for coffee or watch a movie— anything just to spend time with him. You truly loved spending time with him, and he, you. You had never felt so comfortable with another human being in your entire life before, and every single time you met with him, he just exceeded your expectations further.

“Okay, tell me,” you were on the phone with him trying to make plans. “What movie do you want to see?”

“Sleepless in Seattle,” he responded.

You blinked and frowned. There were many things about his response that threw you for a curve. For one thing, you thought you were going to go to a movie theater; another was that Sleepless in Seattle was an old movie, so the only way you were going to be able to watch that is if you went to his apartment or he came to yours; and the last thing was that Sleepless in Seattle was a romantic comedy, and Hongjoong definitely did not seem to be the type to enjoy movies like that.

“I… Uh,” you cleared your throat. “I have many questions.”

“I’ll be happy to answer them, but it’ll have to be later. I gotta finish this up real quick. Just come to my place by seven, okay?”

You could barely accept his conditions before he hung up abruptly. Sleepless in Seattle in Hongjoong’s apartment it was.

Honestly, his choice of movie was enough for you to get a hint of what he was trying to say to you, but you doubted it slightly when you saw him paying so much attention to the soundtrack, only for those doubts to vanish when he silently moved closer to you, his shoulder pressing against yours as you both pretended to focus on the movie.

“Hey, Y/N, I was curious…” Hongjoong whispered. “Have you ever thought about... You know… How comfortable our friendship is?”

“I mean, I do sometimes,” you admitted.

“And… Do you ever wonder…”

You turned your head and made eye contact with him. Honestly, you never really got a good look at Hongjoong’s face until right then and there. His eyes were slightly widened as he looked at you, and his lips were parted ever-so-slightly to the point where you could catch a brief glimpse of his beautiful teeth— and, God, his perfectly shaped nose. You felt your chest tighten the longer you looked at him, all of the words in your vocabulary getting caught up in the traffic jam in your chest.

Neither of you uttered a word. The credits rolled in the background as your lips pressed against Hongjoong’s gently, his hand slowly reaching up to brush your hair away from your face and tuck the strays behind your ear. He kissed you slowly but sensually, the feeling of his lips encompassing yours making your entire body warm up with what you could only describe as affection.

It was safe to say that your friendship was pretty much shot to hell after that kiss, but it didn’t matter since you found a lover in your friend. People always said to find a friend in your lover, but the other way around was just as good from what you could tell.

“Okay, so for dinner,” you started explaining as you stood in Hongjoong’s kitchen. “I was thinking either pasta or chicken.”

“What about chicken pasta?” Hongjoong asked as he entered his kitchen and stood alongside you, the two of you staring into the refrigerator at the groceries he had left.

“Sure, we can do that,” you mused out loud as you thought about different ways you could pair the two.

“Yay,” Hongjoong cheered quietly before hugging you from behind. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome, honey.”

Hongjoong rocked you back and forth as he continued to embrace you before swaying side to side. You held onto Hongjoong’s arms and closed your eyes as you let him guide this music-less dance. He spun you around and held you as he continued to move around the kitchen and hum a pretty little melody.

He stopped hugging you, his hands immediately searching for yours. He held your hands and began dancing properly with you, the melody from his soul getting louder. He didn’t sing any lyrics, just the tune of the song— a song he was most likely composing. The smile on your face only got wider as you looked at Hongjoong and his cheesy, beautiful grin, little giggles and sighs dissipating in the romantic atmosphere in the kitchen.

Spontaneity was Hongjoong’s favorite thing, which was something you noticed in your friendship with him that only got more intense when you started dating. He loved to whisk you away for romantic date nights, trips to the movies— once, you were craving deep-fried Oreos and mentioned it passively, but he went all the way to your favorite candy shop and got it for you without even batting an eyelash.

And of course, his favorite thing was spontaneous sex.

“Sweetheart,” Hongjoong whispered when the two of you gradually stopped dancing. “Do you want to maybe make dinner later…?”

“Won’t you be hungry after, though?”

“I’m hungry right now,” Hongjoong was quick to answer, his eyes narrowing and his skin slowly reddening.

He grabbed your waist and kept you close to him, his actions still soft, but the intensity in his eyes getting stronger the closer you pressed against him. There was no stopping Hongjoong now. The second you gave Hongjoong a tiny nod, he grabbed your waist and sat you down on the marble dining table.

“Strip, but keep the apron on,” he told you before heading into his bedroom to grab a condom.

You didn’t think Hongjoong had a kitchen sex fantasy, but you weren’t questioning— the look on his face got you all sorts of hot and bothered; so much so that you definitely wanted him more than he wanted you.

Hongjoong returned with the condom on, and the second he stood in front of you, he pushed your shoulder down so that you were laying down on the the surface, your legs dangling off the edge. Hongjoong hovered above you and lifted your apron slightly, his cock barely grazing your clit as he rubbed against the outside of your cunt. Your knees trembled with the feeling, making you hold onto his forearms, your grip on him getting more intense with his every movement.

“Joong,” you sighed out. “I just want you in me already.”

“You and me both, sweetheart, but I don’t want to hurt you,” Hongjoong said, the tip rubbing against your folds a little more vigorously.

Once Hongjoong deemed you wet enough, he pushed into you slowly, your walls stretching slowly, sensually. A pleasureful sigh danced on your lips as Hongjoong’s cock started to give you the relief you needed.

Hongjoong moved his arm out of your grasp so that he could stand upright grab the fabric of your apron and bunch it in his clutches, leaving your breasts exposed as he did so. His hands played with your breasts as he started moving, his waist rolling into yours. He either rubbed circles on your nipples with his thumbs or held your breasts tightly as he kept a steady pace with his thrusts.

You were biting your lower lip and letting out little gasps and sighs the more he explored your body with his hands. The marble of the countertop was starting to heat up under your flaming hot body, sweat starting to cover your forehead and arms. A single drop of sweat rolled down Hongjoong’s temple, and it dropped onto your cheek when he bent over you again, his face near yours as he leaned in close. He had let go of your breasts at that point and held your thighs to push them closer to you, your lower back starting to lift off the countertop and change the angle at which he was thrusting into you.

“Shit, J-Joong,” you stuttered when you felt his cock rub inside you just right, the heat within you starting to build. “Just like that…”

“Yeah?”

You nodded and licked your lips as you looked into his eyes, your lips craving his. Apparently, he read your look correctly because he was kissing you seconds later, a slight smile appearing on his face the more desperate your kisses became. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and unconsciously began to roll your hips into his, the increased friction bringing you closer to your impending high.

It was when Hongjoong slammed his hips into yours with a force you weren’t anticipating did your body tingle all over. You broke off the kiss and moaned loudly as you came, your legs wrapping around his waist and pressing into him as your pussy convulse and get tighter.

“Sweetheart— Shit— So tight,” Hongjoong hissed.

You for sure thought Hongjoong was going to cum, but instead, he pulled you off the table and spun you around so that your torso was pressed into the cool marble and your legs were barely supporting you as he fucked you from behind.

The feeling of your nipples rubbing against the cool surface and the hot friction inside you made sparks appear every time you blinked, waves of pleasure threatening to swallow you. Hongjoong was holding your ass tightly as he thrust exponentially faster while grunting, his breathing getting shallower.

Without warning, Hongjoong wrapped his arm around you and started circling your clit, overstimulating you like crazy. You flung your head back and cried as you came for the second time, this time Hongjoong coming with you, his own groan overpowering your voice.

You whimpered slightly when you felt Hongjoong pull out, the warmth within you dissipating quickly. You slowly pushed yourself up and watched as Hongjoong took the condom off and threw it away. He returned to you and trapped you against the table, his hands on either side of you and a smile spreading on his face.

“Now, how about dinner?” he asked.

You couldn’t think about dinner— all you could think about was how sexy Hongjoong looked in that moment. His eyes were still filled with lust, and you could see out of the corner of your own eye that his cock was twitching. You kissed him and brought your hand to his dick, your fingers lightly rubbing along his length and making him rock hard all over again.

“Let’s just get food delivered,” you whispered.

“Sounds like a plan,” Hongjoong smiled and kissed you back.

His hands ran through your hair and gripped the roots of your hair as his kiss went from gentle to intense with half a second. The string of intense kisses continued as you wrapped your arms around him, your body pressing into his.

He led you to his bedroom, and the two of you laid on his bed as you continued to kiss, your limbs entangling with each other and the sheets below. A small, happy sigh left the man as he pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, his smile blissful.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Hongjoong.”

Love doesn’t last. Love isn’t strong enough to keep everything from falling apart, and it’s always the little flaws you come to love at first that end up being the reason you can’t do it anymore.

Except, in the case of Hongjoong, it wasn’t a little flaw— it was a huge, glaring one. You’d know about it since the very beginning because he said it himself: his career was everything to him.

Now that the two of you were older, he was putting more time and energy into his music, which meant he was definitely phoning the relationship in. And you wanted to be understanding of him. His career was truly everything to him, but you should be too. After all, the two of you had been dating for a couple years by that point.

“I know that you were in the studio all day, but send a text wouldn’t kill you!” you said loudly, your frustration start to rise to the surface.

“I told you I get no reception in this new studio, Y/N!”

“You could’ve texted me after you got out!”

“I was driving! You want me to text and drive?!”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”

“That’s what it sounds like to me.”

You huffed and ran your fingers through your hair, your hands starting to tremble with emotion. You tried your best to rationalize your thoughts, but when you were angry, there was no stopping revealing how you actually felt.

“Do you even care for me, Hongjoong? It seems like all you care about is sitting in the studio and rotting away.”

“Hey, you knew this about me. My career is everything,” Hongjoong’s voice got harder, and you could sense a little resentment in his voice.

“What about me, then? What am I to you?”

“You’re someone I love.”

“Love isn’t enough sometimes, Hongjoong. I don’t just need a bread winner. I need a companion or a friend or literally anything else to keep me company. I’m tired of waking up in an empty bed and going to sleep in an empty bed!”

Hongjoong went silent, and you continued.

“I’m tired of being lonely, Hongjoong. I’m tired of waiting for a text back from you. I’m tired of being neglected… Tell me honestly. Are you even in the studio, or are you out with someone else?”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m asking you if there’s someone else in your life, Hongjoong.”

“That is beyond the line, Y/N. Being upset with me for dedicating my life to my career is one thing, but insinuating that I’m not actually working and spending time with another person is too far.”

“You seem to be defending yourself pretty hard there.”

“How fucking hard should I be defending myself then?! If I don’t say enough, then you accuse me, and if I say too much, then you still accuse me! This mentality— This is toxic.”

“What?!”

“This is toxic! You’re accusing me of cheating on you just because I’ve been acting the same way I’ve been acting since we first met!”

“You used to text me way more back in the past because if you were texting me the in the past the same way you’re texting me now, then this would’ve never happened.”

Then, you stopped. You changed. You changed. You lost sight of yourself in this relationship, and you forgot that you, too, were a career person, but you put your own life on the back burner for a man. You were a stranger to yourself.

“Y/N?”

“I… I need some time to myself. Just… Leave me alone for a bit, okay?”

Those were the last words you ever said to him. You texted him occasionally to check in on him, but he was still horrible at responding, and after some time, you dropped it. It was over. Neither of you had to officially declare it, but you both knew that it was over.

You focused on your career. While you were dating Hongjoong, you were kind of standing still in your career as an HR coordinator, not really looking to move up the ladder. After you broke up, though, you poured your blood, sweat, and tears into your job, and after about five years, you were up for a VP position. You had bounced between different companies over those years, and finally, you landed that position at a talent agency.

What you didn’t know, though, was that Hongjoong was signed under that talent agency, and you didn’t know that until you started working there.

You were walking through the halls when you saw him standing and chatting to one of the singers under your agency. Your heart sank upon seeing him, and it only got worse from there when you saw their fingers intertwined. His gummy smile which was once yours was now dedicated to the singer in front of him, and eyes sparkled. Your heart officially hit the ground when you saw him glance in your direction, that sparkle immediately vanishing.

Neither of you uttered a word. You cleared your throat and walked past with your head held high, and right before you rounded the corner, you looked behind you to see if he was looking at you, but no. He was in his own world with his new girl.

You were not only a stranger to yourself, but you had become one to him as well.

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kingkatsuki · 9 months

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i wanna be that drunk friend who is just being super encouraging to bakugo after he quietly admits that he likes someone, telling him to shoot his shot, go for it! just so positive and stuff

and he’s about to combust because it’s you, you dumbass

but he ain’t about to say shit while you’re drunk ‘cuz it ain’t right, and he wants to make sure that we really do want to be with him too, and it’s not just the booze talking

so he’s doing his best to keep his mouth shut but holy fuck are you making this difficult

One of my favourite things about these kinda thoughts are you know when you’re at a party? And you go into the kitchen to chill for a bit because the music isn’t quite as loud, and even though the people coming in for drinks can be boisterous and noisy it’s not the same as in the living room or the garden.

So you’re sitting on the counter while Bakugou stands beside you, his forearm leaning against the counter as it presses against your thigh. Feeling that warmth radiating from you as he wishes he could just part your legs and slide between them to hold you. And he’s spent the last thirty minutes working up the courage to tell you about the crush that’s been slowly ruining his life for the better part of a year, the two beers he’s had calming his nerves just enough to even talk about it.

And you’re just so nice, so encouraging and excitable as you start asking questions about what his crush is like, why he likes them and why he hasn’t asked them out yet. So he finds himself describing you to you, and you still don’t get it. Even when your friends come in to join you and you end up sliding along the counter so Mina can sit beside you, moving Bakugou to stand between your thighs as you press your chest against his back. Continuing to whisper encouragement into his ears as your friends talk and laugh loudly around you— but now his heart is beating so powerfully he’s certain you can probably feel it behind him, and it’s taking everything inside him not to turn around and smash his lips against yours.

Because he wants it to be perfect when he finally tells you how he feels, and he wants to be certain that it won’t ruin your friendship forever.

And then you wrap an arm around his torso and you’re leaning your head on his shoulder and he thinks he won’t make it through this party alive.

Mina ends up taking an adorable Polaroid photo of you both in that position on the counter, and Bakugou has to stop himself from reaching out to snatch it from her because he wants it to sit on his bedside table🥺

#soft bakugou

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dex-starr · 8 months

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I wonder why you treated me like that instead of just talking about it. It might be something I will always wonder haha. Like I don’t think I was that stubborn, but I know I was broken down. I know I wasn’t me anymore. I know I shattered into so many pieces that I tried to pick up alone.

It’s just making me think a lot bc apparently I have a lot of desirable traits in a partner — I just undersell myself and amp up my mistakes so much. Look I’m not saying that I need to be with you now, I’m just saying that unfortunately the curious part of my brain will always want to know why. I’ll never get a straight answer from you though, I’ll either get a half truth or a misdirection because that in your nature unfortunately. I’ll only get what is true if you think it’ll hurt me — if I’m guessing correctly still. Or I won’t get an answer anyway. It’s not that it bugs me as much these days. It’s just that I want to know how to make sure people can see how much I love them bc clearly that did not work with you no matter what I did.

I don’t want to repeat that mistake, I am only my words and actions. Unfortunately sometimes my actions don’t fully match with my words through and it’s not because I don’t mean my words — I’ve moved past that so many years ago. I can’t say empty words. I feel like I have no time left and I’ll just wither away. I don’t want to leave things unsaid. I don’t want to not have my intentions and feelings be known. I want all that is me to be bare and for it to be known as the truth.

What I was trying to say is sometimes my actions don’t work with my words because my brain just doesn’t help me out there. I hate having to fight it but there are circumstances where I will fight it tooth and nail. Am I just saying that? No. I wouldn’t be here if I was just half-assing it. I wouldn’t be hurt still if I was not betting it all.

I think I live life knowing there’s a strong chance I’ll lose — through no fault of anyone or anything. Sometimes things are just stacked against you from the start and that’s an unfortunate truth. So I knew there was a strong chance we would fail, I knew there was a chance we’d break up. The bigger fear I had was that you’d decide not to be in this world anymore or that I would somehow get taken away from it. That’s the loss I would think of often bc of what you’d say and mention and what happened to me in all those years.

The big difference is that I had hope that it wouldn’t happen, I had hope. I has hope even at the end of the road. I had hope every time I approached you after that. I had hope for however long I mourned the loss of you too. Hell I think as of a few days ago I still had some hope there. But that is not something I would give up everything that I know for… not anymore at least.

I will always be me, faults and all. Good things and bad. I hope the scales tip more positively but I know there’s parts of me that I just wish weren’t a thing but they are.

You’ll always be you — good AND bad. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I knew what I was getting into and I knew my choice. I know I gave you the benefit of the doubt always and your word was always the truth and sacred to me. But I don’t think I quite that same unconditional treatment and the problem was that I was convincing myself because of the way you looked at me.

I think that was it. I think it was the way I saw you looking at me. It was what let you get nestled so deep in my heart. But these days I think maybe you weren’t really looking at me fully, part of me hopes that you were. Although part of me knows that realistically speaking if you did well…. You’d have actually believed me and believed in me.

#shut up pls dex #feelings are difficult — when you’re a dumbass

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 7 days

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A Pets New Collar (Vox x Pet!Reader)

(& a gift for pet anon)

Word count: 7003

Cw! Dub/noncon, explicit smut, masturbation, clicker training, pet play, creampie, overstimulation, BDSM, blow job, humiliation, daddy kink, praise kink, electrocution, let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: He calls you in and gives you a collar to wear. It has a little charm on it, a ‘mood enhancer’ as he calls it. He can use a remote to control you through the collar- sending waves of pleasure through you when you’re good, or an electric shock when you’re bad. You can also make yourself feel either of these things by messing with the collar yourself. He uses it to make you more suggestible to him, then says he needs to train you. By the end you’re a drooling blissed out mess- but at least you’re a good pet.

"Babe! | see you finally made it to my office," Vox said, spinning around in his chair to face me. He looked enthusiastic, but I knew he wouldn't hesitate to restrain or hypnotize me if I didn't give him what he wanted. "I missed you so much! Can I have a kiss, please?"

"Vox please," I said, rolling my eyes. "You’re my boss. That'd be highly unprofessional. Why did you call me in?"

"Really darling? Don't be like that. I just want a little bit of affection from my favorite assistant. And I called you in here because I have some work for you to do," he said, patting his lap. "Now come over here and give me a kiss."

"Ugh," I groaned and begrudgingly walked over, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. I looked away, embarrassed, and didn't sit on his lap. "You're always so fucking difficult!"

"Mm, that's more like it. But don't try to pull away from me now, sweetheart. I want more than just a little peck," he said, grabbing my waist and pulling me onto his lap.

"Fine!" | snapped, giving him a kiss on the lips. I lingered for a moment, then pulled away, a scowl on my face. "God, I hate you so fucking much!"

"Oh come on, babe. Playing hard to get isn’t as cute as you think it is. I know you don't really hate me. You love me, deep down," he said, kissing me again. This time, he slipped his tongue into my mouth and explored it hungrily.

"No- Stop!" I shoved him away, then stood up. I turned on my heel, already trying to make a break for the exit. "Just leave me alone!"

"Where do you think you're going?" he said, grabbing my wrist and yanking me back towards him. He pulled me onto his lap again and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me in place. "You're not going anywhere until I get what I want."

"And what, exactly, would that be?" I asked, my voice a low growl. I hated him so fucking much.

"Well, I want you to be my little pet. To do whatever I want, whenever I want," he said, kissing my neck. "And right now, what I want is for you to take off your clothes and let me have my way with you."

"No," | said firmly. Shivers went down my spine as he kissed me, but I refused to play into this. I refused to let him have his way. "I'm not interested. I'm a person, just like anyone else, with my own thoughts and needs and wants- I'm not some pet for you to play with when you get bored. And I sure as Hell am not going to undress just because you asked. You're my boss, l'm not into you, now let me go."

He chuckled, his breath warm against my skin. "Oh, my sweet little pet. You don't have a say in the matter," he said. Before I could react, he pulled out a small remote and pressed it.

"What is that?" | asked, trying to move away. I scowled as he held me in place.

"It's a remote to your collar," he said, holding up the small device. "I put it on you while you were unconscious once. Works like a charm. It allows me to control you with just the press of a button. And right now, I'm pressing the 'obedience' button."

"Fuck you," I said, stubbornly sticking my tongue out at him. "It'd only work if I was wearing the collar, dumbass. Not sure if you've noticed, but I'm not currently wearing it."

His smile faltered a little at that, but he quickly recovered. "Well, that's easily remedied." He pulled out a collar from his desk drawer and held it up for me to see. "Put it on, or I will make you regret it."

"No," | said firmly. "Besides, you can make me as obedient as you want but that won't change how I feel. All you're doing is controlling my actions, not my thoughts or emotions." Well, I didn't know that for sure. I was hoping he couldn't control that, but there was no way for me to know for certain.

He looked annoyed at that, and scowled, curses pouring from his lips. Before I could react, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. "I can control more than just your actions, my dear," he whispered in my ear. "I'm very good at controlling thoughts and emotions.”

"I..." l was going to say something, but lost my train of thought as he put the collar on me. My mind became a little foggy and I swayed in place for a moment, trying to figure out what had just happened. I ended up leaning against his chest a little for support. "...What?"

He smiled at me as he noticed me struggling for words. He then proceeded to adjust the collar around my neck, making sure it was tightly fastened but not too tight that it would cause discomfort. "There," he said, caressing my cheek before kissing me softly on the lips.

I half heartedly kissed him back, still confused. I couldn't quite process what was happening. "Hm?" I asked dumbly, as I tried to think.

He chuckled, running his fingers through my hair. "It's okay," he said, soothingly. "I know you're confused right now, but trust me. You don't need to worry about anything. I'll take care of you from now on."

"That's nice of you," I said with a small nod. "What's going on? I'm sorry, that probably sounds stupid..." I blushed a little, embarrassed. "I can't... really- I just- I can't really think straight. What was happening before this?"

He shook his head, gently cupping my face in his hands. "Don't worry about it," he said, tenderly. "You don't need to remember anything. All you need to know is that you're mine now."

"Yours..." I repeated softly, leaning into his touch. "Hmm... I feel so nice. Is it you?" I asked innocently. I didn't know there was a mood enhancer in the collar. He'd told me not t worry so I wasn't. I was just curious and happy.

He smiled, his eyes sparkling as he looked at me. "Yes," he said, chuckling softly. "It's me. I'm the reason you're feeling so nice right now. I have a little something in your collar that helps you relax and enjoy yourself.”

My eyes lit up, a huge smile filling my face. "That's so cool! How'd you do it? Can you show me how it works? I wanna feel even better. I wanna be good for you!"

He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad you like it," he said, his voice warm and soothing. "I can definitely show you how it works. But first, let's get you out of these clothes."

"Okay," | said happily, with a nod. I immediately obliged, taking off my clothes for him. I paused when there was nothing left but the collar. I ran my fingers over it, fondly. "I can keep this, though, right? I like it."

He watched me with a hungry look in his eyes as I removed my clothes. When I was completely naked, he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch the collar around my neck. "Of course you can keep it," he said, his voice low and husky. "It looks good on you."

"Thank you," I said lightly. I gave him a kiss, unbothered by the situation. The power he held over me, the way I was naked and he was still in his business clothes, the way he was using me? I didn't notice any of it. The collar was doing its job. "I feel like a good pet. Am I a good pet? I wanna make you happy."

He smiled as I kissed him, his hand still resting on the collar around your neck. "You're an excellent pet," he said, his voice full of approval. "You make me very happy." He leaned in to kiss me again, his other hand wandering down my body to rest on my hip.

I grinned and kissed him back. Eager and full of excitement, I threw a bunch of questions at him the moment he pulled away again. "How does the collar work? Does it make me a better pet? It makes me feel nice. You make me feel good. I want more. Can I have more? Please?"

"The collar enhances your obedience and desire to please me," he said, his hand moving from my hip to cup one of my breasts. "It makes you more responsive to my commands and more eager to satisfy my needs." He squeezed my breast gently, his thumb rubbing over my nipple.

"Why wouldn't I want to obey you?" | asked, confused. I hadn't remembered how I was acting just moments ago, resisting him at every turn. The collar was messing with my thoughts, I couldn't even imagine denying him what he wanted. "You've been so good to me. You're a good owner. The best owner! I like being your pet."

"That's right," he said, smiling down at me as he continued to tease my nipple. "I am your owner and you are my pet. Your job is to please me and obey me, and my job is to take care of you and make you happy.”

"I love you," | said, leaning into his touch. An odd sort of warmth filled me up, particularly around my inner thighs, though I didn't know why. I was too dumb to understand, I just knew I liked what he was doing and wanted more. "I want to make you happy. Please let me make you happy."

"Oh, I have no doubt that you will," Vox said, his voice low and husky as he leaned in to kiss me. He lifted me up and set me down on his desk, pulling my legs apart so he could stand between them.

"Mm..." I mumbled as l let him do what he wanted. My hand reached up to my collar, rubbing the charm that was attached to it. The charm was actually the part that enhanced my mood, but I didn't remember that part. I rubbed my thumb against it, back and forth, feeling better and better, getting wet for him. I moaned softly and smiled.

Vox noticed the way I was rubbing the charm on my collar and chuckled softly. I was so unaware, it was adorable. It was all too easy to get me like this. I’d be a perfect little pet for him.

He reached up and took my hand in his, pulling it away from the charm and bringing it down to his belt. "Let me make you feel even better.”

"Okay," I said, without question. I wasted no time in undoing his belt, sliding his pants down and out of the way. I was an eager little thing. Like an excited puppy.

His pants were soon pushed out of the way, revealing the growing bulge in his boxers. "God, you're so fucking hot.”

"Am I doing good?" | asked, pausing for a moment. I looked up at him for approval, wanting to make sure I was being a good pet.

Vox looked down at me with a hungry expression as I pulled his boxers down. He chuckled at the question and stepped out of his boxers, his hard cock springing free. "You're always good for me, pet," He said, reach down to stroke your cheek gently."

"Mm.." | closed my eyes and purred lightly, leaning into his touch. My hands found their way to his dick and I started stroking it for him, desperate to please.

Vox moaned as I leaned into his touch, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh of pleasure. He groaned as I started to stroke his cock, his hips thrusting forward at the feeling of my hands on him. "Fuck, yeah... just like that, baby.”

I was a little confused- still disoriented- but the collar quickly overrode that feeling, replacing it with pleasure. I was making him feel good, I was being a good pet, so the collar rewarded me with good feelings like this. Being obedient made me feel nice. I continued to stroke him, even leaning down to plant a small trail of kisses before continuing.

Vox let out a low growl as I continued to plant kisses on his cock, up and down his shaft, his hands reaching up to tangle in my hair. He guided me as I sucked some parts and licked at others, teasing. His hips thrusted forward as he moaned. "Good girl... such a good little pet,"

I smiled, my pussy tightening and leaking precum as he praised me. I looked up at him and opened my mouth wide so he could put his whole cock inside- I wanted to show him how good I could be.

Vox groaned as he watched me open my mouth for him, unable to move for a few seconds as he processed exactly what his little pet was doing. Then, his cock was sliding deep into my throat. He held onto my hair as he began to thrust in and out, his hips bucking forcefully as he used me for his own pleasure. "Fuck... yeah, just like that.”

I didn't gag- the collar likely wouldn't allow it anyway. My eyes rolled back as I continued. His pleasure was my pleasure. I made sure to give him everything I had, his weight in my chest making me feel wonderful. I moaned around him, my pussy throbbing as he continued to use me.

Vox's thrusts became more desperate as he felt my throat tightening around him, his cock throbbing with pleasure. He seemed to love the way I moaned around him, the vibrations sending him closer to the edge. "Such a good little pet... taking me so well…”

I tried to respond, but obviously couldn't. I moaned again instead, desperate to get him off.

Vox groaned at the sound of my moans, his hips bucking harder as he thrust deeper into my throat. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his cock throbbing with pleasure. "Fuck... you're gonna make me cum..."

"Please," I tried to say. I tried to beg him to, to tell him how bad I wanted him, but it came out as incoherent noises with his dick still in me.

Vox moaned at my muffled pleas, his hips stuttering as he came undone. He thrust one last time before emptying himself down my throat, watching me swallowing it down with a groan. "Good girl... such a good little pet," he whispered, stroking my hair affectionately.

I moaned, reaching my own peak. He hadn't touched me at all but it sure as hell felt like he had been. Shivers of pleasure went down my spine as I cummed, imagining him rubbing my clit, the collar filling me with warmth that made it feel real. I whined at his praise, making me want to be an even better pet for him.

Vox chuckled at that, pulling out of my mouth to let me catch my breath. "You're so responsive... I love it," he purred, reaching down to cup my cheek. "But I think it's time for another little training session now, don't you think?"

"Training?" I asked airily, my pussy still throbbing. His desk was covered in cum. Mostly mine, a little bit of his.

"Mmhmm... you need to learn how to cum on command, pet. Can't have you getting distracted in the middle of a meeting now, can we?" Vox smirked, standing up and pulling me to my feet.

"In the middle of... what does that have to do with anything?" I asked, furrowing my brow. It was hard to think. I followed his lead, trying to clear the fog in my head, but it didn't work- I just received a small electric shock from my collar everytime I tried. The stimulation felt nice, and I couldn't even remember what l'd been trying to do.

"Everything I do has a purpose, pet," Vox replied with a small smirk. He led me over to the chair in front of his desk, sitting down and pulling me into his lap. "I want you to be ready for anything, at any time.”

I tried to think, but received another shock. I tensed up as a burning sensation ran through every nerve in my body, leaving me gasping for air. I tried to compose myself, then I smiled weakly and giggled, slumping against his chest. I got hit with another wave of pleasure shortly after the shock. "Okay," I said, perfectly content- happy and dumb. I played with the buttons of his shirt trying to get them undone. "Mm... what should I do? What do you want me to do?"

"You’re such a good girl," Vox praised, feeling his own body reacting to mh touch. He placed his hand on top of mine, helping me undo the buttons. "I want you to do everything I tell you to do, and nothing more. Can you do that for me?"

"Nothing more?" I asked with a frown. "But what if..?" I received another shock and slumped over again. 'Nothing more' meant l'd have to restrain myself or l'd be punished, like I was being punished for thinking too much.

"Yes, nothing more," Vox repeated, his voice firm. He could feel my confusion and hesitation, but he couldn't afford to let me get too far out of line. He gave me another shock, watching as I slumped over in his lap.

"Mmn..." I groaned, feeling bad for the first time since he'd put the collar on. I felt guilty for not being a good pet, for not following orders. I pressed myself against him, feeling empty. I wanted to please him, to be perfectly obedient. "I'm sorry," | said quietly, nuzzling against his neck. "I'll be a good pet, I promise."

Vox's expression softened at my apology, not that I could see, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. "I know you will," he murmured. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead, then nudged me to stand up.

I did so- albeit a little shakily. The shocks had taken their toll but I didn't mind much. Some stimulation was better than none. The warmth that went through me as I stood-following a command- was wonderful. I was being obedient, I was doing good. I smiled a little, proud of myself. I looked up to him for approval and directions on what to do next.

Vox smiled as he saw the faint spark of pride in my eyes, and he reached out to brush his fingers against my cheek. "You're doing very well," he praised. He nodded towards the floor. "Sit there," he commanded. "And wait for me."

"Okay!" I said, with an eager nod. I sat down beneath his desk, watching as he cleaned himself up and got dressed. Meanwhile, I was still completely naked- save for my collar.

It felt so nice to have, a reminder that he owned me. Sending shocks to remind me to do as I was told, rewarding me with pleasure when I was good. I found myself rubbing the mood enhancing charm with my thumb, wanting to feel better. More precum leaked from my pussy, and I didn't notice when Vox had returned to his seat- directly in front of me, while I was still on the floor.

Vox's eyes darkened as he watched me touch myself subconsciously. He had to admit, the sight of me naked and vulnerable in front of him was arousing. He leaned forward, reaching out to gently tug on my collar with his fingers. "Did I give you permission to touch yourself?"

I paused and whimpered. "No," I said quietly, forcing myself to stop. "Sorry, sir."

I hesitated for a moment, my mind jumping to a different topic. "What should I call you?" I asked curiously, tilting my head to the side. He was my owner, I was his pet. A good pet should know what to call its owner.

Vox smiled at my question, his fingers gently caressing the collar around my neck."You can call me Daddy, or Master," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He lifted my chin with his other hand, forcing me to look at him.

"Okay, Daddy," I said with a nod and smile. "I love you. You're such a good owner. I love being your pet." Seeing him sitting in his chair from where I sat directly in front of him on the floor was amazing. I was right where I should be, as his pet. I felt another wave of pleasure and calm wash over me.

Vox chuckled at my words, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm glad you love being my pet, darling," he said, leaning back in his chair. He let his fingers trail down my cheek, enjoying the sight of me in front of him. "Now, remember what I said earlier?"

"You said... uh..." I paused for a moment, trying to remember. "Oh! you said it was time for more training! That you need to teach me how to cum on command so I won't be distracted in the middle of a meeting. I still don't understand that last part... but l'll do whatever you want, Daddy!"

"Yes, that's right," he said. "I need you to focus on training and not let any distractions get in the way." He reached over to a drawer, pulling out a small remote control that'd allow him to control my collar without touching it. He could zap me when I was bad or make me feel nice warm pleasure when I was obedient. It also had a clicker- perfect for pet training.

"Okay!" | said eagerly. I crawled a little closer to him, curious. I looked from him to the remote but didn't dare question him on this. I wanted to see what would happen.

Vox smirked as he saw my eagerness to please him. "Good girl," he said, clicking the remote once and watching a buzz of pleasure run through me. He then pointed to the floor in front of him. "Kneel down for me.”

"Mm," | suppressed a moan and did as I was told, immediately connecting the sound of the click to a feeling of pleasure. I inched back to my previous position and kneeled down, looking at him for more directions- or approval.

"That's a good girl," he said, his thumb stroking my cheek encouragingly. I moaned in response, my cunt throbbing. He decided to test me by saying "Heel," motioning for me to crawl over to his feet.

I immediately obliged, crawling over. I was making a mess, precum dripping everywhere. It was glistening on my thighs as I looked up at him with wide eyes. “Am I doing good, Daddy?” I looked from him to the remote, excited.

"Mmm, you're such a good little slut for me," he said, feeling his own cock harden in his pants at my eagerness to please him. He clicked the remote again and watched me writhe with pleasure. "Clean it up.”

"Mmngh... good slut," | repeated, my mouth hanging open as I panted like a dog. I hadn't processed the command yet, too caught up in my orgasm to notice. “Click, click! More click…”

"Focus," he said sternly, slightly raising his voice. He pressed a button on the remote again, this time it was silent, sending an electric shock through me. "Clean up the mess you made."

My body tensed and I involuntarily convulsed as burning pain shot through me. I slumped for a moment, gasping for air before immediately doing as I was told. "Yes, Master Vox," I said, looking around for a way to clean it up.

There wasn't any cleaning supplies, and I saw him hiding a box of Kleenex from me. He wanted me to do it a specific way but I wasn't sure how. "Um, Daddy- sorry- How am I supposed... how do you want me to clean?"

"Use your tongue," he said, a slight smirk on his face as he watched ms struggle to process the command. The training was going well, but sometimes he still liked to remind me of your place. Apparently.

I hesitated, then remembered the shock and immediately got to work. I bent down on the floor, licking up all the cum and precum I'd gotten everywhere, heat rising to my cheeks from embarrassment.

He watched with pleasure as I obediently followed his command, my tongue working diligently to clean every last trace of myself from the floor. He could see the embarrassment on my face, but it only turned him on more. He had complete control over me, and it was intoxicating.

Once I was finished, I returned to my spot on the floor at his feet, looking up at him for more directions.

He reached down and stroked my cheek, then pressed his thumb to my lips, parting them slightly. He then gently tilted my chin up, a gesture of affection before he spoke. "Good girl," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You've done well." he pressed the clicker on the remote and watched me carefully. He hadn’t pressed the button that would make me feel anything, he’d only made the sound.

I smiled wide at his praise and moaned at the pleasure that flowed through me when I heard the click. “Daddy,” I moaned, hearing it again and again. I leaned forward, on my knees, pressing the palm of my hands against the ground and looking up at him as drool leaked out of the corner of my mouth. He clicked it again and I moved a little closer, rubbing my face against his leg as my precum leaked onto the floor again.

He chuckled, running his fingers through my hair. "You're such a good little slut," he said, as he pressed the button again, watching me move closer to him. I could sew his cock tenting his pants, the sight of me drooling like a dog in heat at his feet already turning him on. "Remember, this is training. You can't cum until I tell you to."

"Mmngh." I moaned and nodded, finding it hard to resist as he pressed the button again. Click, click. I wanted him so bad, I wanted to be a good pet. Click, click. I positioned myself in front of him pleaded desperately, making small whimpering sounds, begging for him to let me.

He smiled at me, clicking the button again as he watched me squirm in desperate need for release. He pulled me closer, moving his hand to my mouth and forcing his fingers past my lips, making me suck on them.

I moaned and started grinding against his leg, not able to stop myself. I cummed all over his pant legs- without permission- but didn't stop my movements.

He scowled and glared at me, taking his fingers out of my mouth and wiping them off on my stomach. "Bad girl," he said, pressing the button on the remote that sent an electric shock through me.

I froze and pulled away, whimpering. "Sorry, Daddy," I said looking up at him with big wide eyes, shame filling me up. “I’m sorry.”

He softened slightly and sighed, pulling me back towards him. "I forgive you," he said, pressing the clicker again and sending warmth through my body. I moaned as he pressed the button that sent pleasure through me, but he stopped it before I could cum again. "On your knees.”

I eagerly did as I was told, desperate to make up for my mistake. "Like this?" | asked, getting into position. I wanted his approval.

He nodded, taking out his cock and stroking it. "Yes, good girl," he said, pulling my hair and forcing me to take him into my mouth. He pushed himself deep into my throat and held there for a moment before pulling back out. "You like that don't you?”

"Yes," | said quietly, already moving forward to have it back. I wanted to please him. "Please let me suck your dick, Daddy! I want to be a good pet- I promise I can be a good pet."

He laughed at my enthusiasm and pushed back in. "You are a good pet," he said, groaning in pleasure as I sucked him. He grabbed my head tightly and fucked my throat roughly, forcing me to open wide to take his whole length.

My eyes rolled back with pleasure, my collar sending waves of it through me as I sucked his dick, showing me how good of a pet I was. Being obedient felt so good. I orgasmed again, before I could make him do the same.

He smirked at me cumming again and gripped my hair tighter, pulling me off his dick and pushing me back onto the floor. He grabbed the remote and sent another shock through me, then flipped me over onto my hands and knees. "Bad pet!”

I groaned and whimpered, but didn't resist. I felt bad, I didn't want to be a bad pet. I wanted to be good, to please him.

He smirked behind me, spreading my legs and sliding back into me deeply. "You want to please me, don't you?" he said, thrusting into me harder and deeper. I nodded eagerly, gripping the floor beneath me. "Good pet."

Pleasure filled me up, and combined with his praise and the collar, it was enough to make me cum again. I moaned, then cried when I got another electric shock- punishment for cumming when I wasn't supposed to.

"I told you no cumming without permission, pet," he said, smacking my ass firmly. He turned up the intensity of the shock as he continued thrusting into me, filling me completely. "If you can't obey, there will be consequences."

“Daaaddddyyy,” | whined, trying my hardest to obey. I felt myself nearing my climax again, but held myself back for him.

"Good girl," he said, smiling as he increased the pace of his thrusts. "I'm so proud of you for holding back. You're such a good little pet." He reached around and began to stroke my clit, causing me to moan loudly.

"Please, please," | said desperately wishing he'd let me.

"Begging won't do you any good." He continued to stroke my clit as he thrust into me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. "You know the rules. Be a good pet and follow them.”

I couldn't do it. I cummed again, intense pleasure washing over me- only to be interrupted by a harsh electric shock.

He groaned at my disobedience, slamming his hips against mine with renewed force. "Fucking hell, pet! You're testing my patience." He reached under me and pinched my clit hard, making me yelp. "No cumming without permission, remember?"

"Mmnngh," I groaned and whimpered, tears pricking my eyes. "Sorry, Master Vox," I mumbled, holding myself back this time.

He felt my body tense as I fought back the urge to cum again. "Good girl." He murmured against my ear, giving me a final few hard thrusts as he released inside me. "You've done so well."

I moaned and gave him a weak smile as he filled me up. His praise was everything to me. "Thank you," I murmured, still doing my best to follow orders.

He withdrew his cock from you and cleaned himself up again. He sat back down in his desk chair, pulling me against his leg. "I'm proud of you, my sweet." He praised me again, his voice soft as his thumb gently rubbed at the ache he'd caused when he pinched my clit.

"V-Vooooxxx," | whined, the stimulation almost too much. I was trying so hard not to cum, to be obedient, to be a good pet, but goddamnit he was making it hard.

He chuckled and continued his ministrations before looking up. He smiled at my needy whines. "So sweet, my little fucktoy, You're doing so well. Just a little bit more, can you hold on for me?"

"M-mmhm," | said with a small nod, trying not to moan.

He nodded, satisfied with my answer before leaning in and murmuring against my ear, "You're so beautiful with my cum leaking from your cunt. I wish everyone could see you like this- a good pet, obeying my every whim and demand."

"Good pet," | repeated absentmindedly. Another wave of pleasure washed over me just at that- his praise, and the fact I had forced myself not to cum, obeying his orders.

"Mhm, good girl. You make me so proud." His voice was full of genuine affection as his fingers continued to tease me. He smiled and sighed. "You can cum now."

I groaned with relief and orgasamed immediately, soaking his hand in my cum. I moaned, riding out my high, a blissed out smile on my face as I did so.

He smiled, satisfied with my reaction before slowly removing his hand, watching the creamy liquid leak from me. "You're such a good girl." He said, licking his hand clean. He moaned, savoring the taste, then he leaned in to kiss me.

I kissed him back, sloppily, full of excitement and pure joy. I grinned and giggled when he pulled away and stuck his fingers back in me, then opened my mouth eagerly as he slipped his cum soaked fingers in my mouth. Covered in my cum. I didn't process it, I just sucked on them obediently, like a good pet.

He watched with a grin and a hard cock as I sucked. He removed his fingers with a wet pop noise. "Good girl, slutty little thing." He then grabbed some of my cum from my lips, forcing his fingers back in my mouth. Watching as I obediently sucked.

"Mm..." I moaned lightly, and was only slightly disappointed when he removed them again. "More training?" I asked, tilting my head slightly to the side, like a curious dog.

He chuckled and nodded. "Yes, more training, I want you to be the best little slut." He said with a soft voice and a soft smile. "Now, I have a meeting to attend but it's online. So, I’ll stay here at my desk, and you sit down there like a good pet. Okay?"

"Okay," I said with a quick nod. I got on the floor beneath his desk eagerly.

Vox sat down at his desk. His cock still hard, he had placed a small camera on the bottom of his desk, focused on me. "Remember to stay quiet." He smiled as he began his meeting, while discreetly watching me on his second monitor.

I nodded and obeyed. It was easy for a few moments- that is, before pleasure washed over me. I heard him click and couldn't stop the feelings that overwhelmed me. I stifled a moan as precum leaked on the floor. I crawled around beneath his desk a little, on all fours, trying to figure out what to do.

Vox couldn't help but chuckle. As he continued to pay attention to his meeting, his free hand went down to stroke himself slowly. His eyes flicked away from the screen for a moment, taking in the sight of my precum trails.

I made a small whining sound when I heard the clicker again, then immediately fell silent again. Click. I needed to be quiet- he was unmuted, for the call, he had to be. If I said anything, they'd hear me and l'd get in trouble. I bit my lip as I watched him stroke his cock. Maybe that'd help me? Click click. I reached down and started rubbing my clit to try and keep myself under control.

Vox's grin grew wider as he watched me begin to touch myself. He turned his chair slightly, giving him better view of the scene before him. Despite being engaged in the call, he couldn't help but feel himself growing harder at the sight of me working myself over.

I groaned, unable to stop myself as l cummed. He used the clicker again, and I didn't even get a break before more pleasure overwhelmed me. Click click click. I whimpered and whined, despite the fact everyone on call in his meeting could hear me. Click click. I tried fingering myself but it wasn't enough, so I played with the mood enhancer charm on my collar while I did it, desperately trying to get off.

Vox's eyes lit up as I came, the sound of my voice sending a delicious wave of pleasure through him. He chuckled as I used the charm on my collar to try and heighten the pleasure. He took a few moments to continue touching himself, keeping his cool on screen all the while. His associates shared a glance and grinned, immediately knowing what was happening with me. Vox didn't say a word, he only nodded, knowing I could hear the call and they could hear me. This was meant to be humiliating.

I orgasamed again, but didn't stop messing with my collar. I felt so good, so full of pleasure, why would I ever want it to stop? Click. I heard the clicker and ended up cumming again, without even realizing it. Click click. I got on all fours and crawled over to Vox's leg- still underneath his desk- and tugged on his pant leg needily, moaning lightly all the while.

Vox's smirk grew wider as he watched me squirming under his desk, my body completely overwhelmed with pleasure. He knew he had the power to make me beg for him, with the simple click of a button.

I couldn't take it anymore. I started humping his leg, my eyes glazed over, mouth hanging open, tongue out, drool spilling down my face as I whimpered and whined. Click. I cummed all over him, -click- then did it again, moaning like a good pet. Click click click. Not a single thought in my head, I was blissed out. Click click. Sitting there like a helplessly pathetic dog.

Vox laughed heartily as he watched me devolve into a panting mess, humping his leg like a mindless puppy. He reached down and stroked my hair, pulling my head back to meet his gaze. "Good girl.”

Click. I made a small whining noise and came again- I could hear his associates from his meeting laughing at me, hearing the whole thing. Click click click. My face heated up with embarrassment but I couldn't bring myself to stop. Click click. I kept humping him, a drooling mess.

"Ah, it seems like my little assistant is in heat," Vox chuckled, squeezing my waist lightly as he held me against him, letting me continue to grind against his leg. His other hand reached up to pat my head, like I was a well-behaved dog.

"Mmmn.." I moaned loudly, more intense pleasure wracking through me at the comparison. "Am I a good pet?" | asked breathlessly, looking up at him.

Vox grinned wickedly at my question, his grip tightening around my waist. "Yes, you're a very good pet," he purred, leaning down to whisper into my ear. "But I think it's time for you to go back to your kennel now."

"Hm?" I asked. I cummed one last time, as my movements began to slow. I was getting tired and overwhelmed. I thought I was done, but I heard the clicker and orgasmed again. Click click. I stopped humping his leg, and instead moved between his legs.

Vox's hand left my waist, running through my hair soothingly as I rested my head in his lap. His other hand continued to click the remote, making me cum again and again. He smiled down at me, watching as my eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Good girl.”

"Ahhh... mnnhhh," | moaned and closed my eyes, exhausted. Click click. I moved my hips a little to try and get some friction, only to be met with air. Click click click. I gave up and rested my head in his lap again, wrapping my arms around his torso as I began to nod off. I was still drooling, some of it getting on his pants.

Vox chuckled, leaning down to brush my hair out of my face. He kept pressing the button, sending pleasure and warmth through me- though at a lower intensity. "No sleeping yet," he said softly, stroking my back gently.

"Mmn.. how's your call?" I asked, my voice all mumbly. I wasn't sure if his meeting was still going, or if his associates could still hear me.

Vox leaned down, placing his hand over my mouth and shaking his head. "You'll find out later," he whispered, a playful smile on his lips. He stopped pressing the button and set the remote aside, making me whimper in disappointment. "Some things are better as a surprise."

"Daddy." I whined weakly, with a small pout. "Can you... mnghj... chains?" I asked, partially incoherent. I was referring to the electric blue chains he could summon at a moments notice that signified that he owned my soul. I thought they were pretty.

Vox raised an eyebrow at me intrigued. He summoned the chains without hesitation, their electric blue glow illuminating the room. They wrapped around my wrists, encircling them tightly but not painfully so. "Are these to your liking?"

"Mhm... collar, too," I said with a small nod. I wanted him to attach them to my collar-I'd taken quite a liking to it already. It made me feel nice.

Vox chuckled lowly in amusement, leaning down to clip the chains onto my collar. He kept a hand on my head, rumpling my hair affectionately. "You're such a special little thing, did you know that?" he said softly, voice meant only for my ears.

"I'm yours," | replied with a smile, nuzzling against him gently.

Vox hummed lowly in response, his thumb brushing over my cheek gently. "That's right," he said softly, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. "Mine."

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wqnwoos · 11 months

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love & shakespeare (x.mh)

-> genre fluff, college!au, academic rivals to lovers -> warnings swearing, kissing, multiple shakespeare references, gn!reader -> word count 2k

there is nothing and nobody you despise more in this world than xu minghao.

you do not like his cocky little smile and his annoyingly pretty face. you do not like the way he rocks his chair back and forth during lectures and spins his pencil around his fingers carelessly. but most of all, you do not like that he’s made it his personal mission to make your life hell.

that’s the only explanation you have for the rivalry you two have going on — everything you say in class, everything you manage to bring up, he counters. he argues. you argue back. the argument veers off the rails slightly, curses slipping out of both of you mouths, until the professor eventually steps in and stops your “debates”. it’s the same story, every literature class, every thursday at 10 in the morning, until today —

“you’re kidding.” your voice is aghast, and rightly so, you feel, as you gaze at minghao in disbelief.

“believe me,” minghao mutters darkly. “i wish i was.”

“why?” you groan, throwing your head back in despair and dragging out the syllable. “i don’t want to partner with you! that is literally the last thing i have ever wanted!”

minghao just takes the seat next to you with a roll of his eyes. “like i said, sweetheart. i don’t want this either, so can we just get on with it?”

you scoff, but he does have a point — so you shut up and dig out your laptop, before professor choi can scold you both. you drum your fingers lightly on the keyboard, turning to minghao reluctantly. “so… which book are we doing?”

“book?” he repeats, scrunching his nose at you. “have you been listening, like, at all? we’re doing a play. a shakespeare play, dumbass.”

you wave your hand dismissively. “whatever. i don’t care. it’s too early for this shit.”

he blinks at you, deadpan. “it’s half ten in the morning.”

you don’t break eye contact. “exactly?”

a short pause, before minghao clicks his tongue, turning away from you. “okay, we’re not doing a midsummer night’s dream — ”

“agreed.”

“— but i was thinking macbeth or twelfth night. or romeo and juliet.”

slowly, you nod. “those all sound okay, i guess. there’s more to say about macbeth and romeo and juliet, though. theme-wise, i mean?”

“there’s always plenty to say about shakespeare,” minghao counters. “but sure. let’s do romeo and juliet.”

“why not macbeth?” you’re asking just to be difficult. you don’t really care which play you do, you just want to see the way his brows furrow when he’s annoyed.

minghao eyes you balefully. “i don’t want you getting ideas. murdering me in my sleep or something.”

“if it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well it were done quickly,” you quip instantly, and the joke actually makes him snort, biting down on his lip to repress his laughter.

you gasp, pointing at him. “no way! he laughs!”

“don’t be stupid,” minghao retorts, but colour is already rising to his cheeks, and he ducks his head to hide it.

it’s cute, you think, and then immediately wonder why you’re thinking that.

unsurprisingly, working with minghao is not going well.

it’s been a few days since the project was assigned, and so the two of you are holed up in a corner of the campus library, laptops open, copies of the text spread across the desk — but instead of working, you’re too busy glaring at each other to do anything useful for the presentation.

“how are you not going to put love as a theme?” minghao hisses, raking a hand through his hair.

“please!” you snort, rolling your eyes and looking away.

minghao slaps a hand to his forehead. “___, we’re literally talking about romeo and juliet. you know, widely regarded as one of the greatest love stories of all time?

“the whole thing takes place over like, four to five days, minghao,” you emphasise, leaning forward over the desk. “there’s no way anyone can fall in love that quickly.”

your project partner passes a hand over his face, biting out, “it. is. fiction.”

“infatuation is more accurate,” you pronounce, ignoring minghao’s narrowed eyes. “in my opinion, anyway.”

minghao sighs deeply, rubbing his eyes. “you know what? let’s split the slide into two. we’ll do an argument for love and an argument for infatuation. how’s that, your highness?”

you beam at him. “minghao, that’s the first intelligent thing you’ve said all day.”

“oh, fuck you too,” he mutters, as he begins typing. “just find your fucking infatuation quotes and get on with it.”

“oh? and how many slides have you done, o great — ”

(within the next half an hour, the two of you are kicked out of the library. for disturbing the peace and foul language.)

“i feel like romeo is a tad dramatic,” you announce suddenly. “listen — i defy you, stars! is kinda crazy for a girl he just met.”

minghao glances up at you, taking out an airpod with a sigh. “he’s in love. it’s meant to be romantic, idiot. do you not like romance or something?”

“no! i like romance fine!” you protest, scowling. “i guess i just don’t get this play. romeo kind of bugs me. i like other romances.”

“you kind of bug me,” minghao replies childishly. “what other romances do you actually enjoy, then?”

your eyes brighten a little. “so basic, but i like pride and prejudice.”

he stares at you. “don’t tell me you’re one of those mr darcy lovers.”

you sniff. “i won’t tell you then. you just don’t understand the cultural significance of the hand flex scene.”

“sure,” he says, rolling his eyes. “god. maybe we should have done macbeth.”

you hum, eyeing your copy of the play critically. “maybe. like i said. i just don’t get it.”

“it’s a love story.” minghao takes out his other airpod. “what is there to get?”

shrugging, and slightly embarrassed, you continue. “i don’t know, it just — maybe because i’ve never been in love or something. is it really that… eclipsing?”

to your surprise, minghao doesn’t pounce on your moment of vulnerability. he just tilts his head to the side, looking at you unreadably, before shrugging. “i don’t know. you’re asking the wrong person. i’ve never been in love either.”

you nod, and then cut your eyes away from his — the atmosphere is different now. this is uncharted territory; you’re used to snarky, quick remarks and returning them equally. but recently, minghao has been…

nice. he’s been nice, and you don’t know how to deal with it.

you’re jolted out of your thoughts by his voice again. “i’d like to be, though,” he says, voice quieter, avoiding your gaze. “in love, i mean. it sounds pretty nice.”

“yeah,” you hear yourself saying. “i think you’ll get there.”

something flashes in his eyes, but he’s quick to disguise it with a mischievous grin. “oh? you think i have loveable qualities, ___?”

“to me, no. to others, sure,” you say dismissively. (and you’re lying through your teeth, you realise with a sinking stomach as you say it.)

minghao cups his hands under his chin in a flower pose, beaming. “you think i’m handsome though, right?”

you scoff, beginning to studiously write out your notes again. “sure, minghao. you’re cute.”

(inwardly, you’re screaming. outwardly, you are the very epitome of calm and dismissive.)

there’s silence for a moment, so you glance at him, and with a hidden smirk you realise he’s blushing. “i wasn’t expecting you to actually admit it,” he mumbles, eyes wide.

you wave a hand, continuing your writing. “i’m not blind. you’re handsome or whatever, just… not my type?”

“not your type?” the boy opposite you snorts, leaning back and folding his arms, looking slightly offended. “why? what’s your type?”

you bite down on your lower lip to suppress an amused giggle, instead maintaining your unbothered facade. “mmm… do you know kwon soonyoung? the football guy?”

minghao raises a brow. “he’s a friend of mine.”

“ahh, really?” you feign surprise. of course you knew that already. “he’s cute. he seems kind.”

minghao just wrinkles his nose in blatant disgust — if you actually liked soonyoung, you’d be a little indignant at the way he turns back to his laptop. you do manage to catch his distasteful mutte: “that man genuinely believes he is a tiger, and this…” — before he trails off into silence, shaking his head.

after that day, minghao hasn’t been as nice to you. the two of you finished off the presentation in stilted silence, charged with a tension you can’t quite work out. he only talks to enough when necessary, barely meets your eyes, and while once you might not have minded, now your feelings have changed. significantly.

but clearly, he’s tired of you.

a week later, you and minghao ace the presentation on romeo and juliet. your professor loves the slides — compliments your arguments on love versus infatuation — is intrigued by the quotes the two of you have picked out. you do everything right.

which means both of you are awarded full marks; it has you bouncing out the room with glee, while minghao trails behind you, hiding a smile at your giddiness.

“you’re acting like you’ve never gotten full marks before,” he remarks. “and i know for a fact that’s not true.”

you glance at him, wondering how he has the gall to comment on your happiness when he’s been the cause of your unhappiness for so long. “dude. can i not just be happy?”

startled, minghao raises his hands and steps back. “of course you can. i just meant — i don’t know. you can be quite serious a lot of the time.”

“me?” you sound shocked when you whip round to face him, but that’s because you are. “i’m the one who looks serious? what about you? you look like you’re always sucking a lemon.”

your partner looks insulted. “excuse me?“

“what?” you snap, sudden months of frustration pouring out. “i’ve literally never seen you look at me without burning anger in those eyes.”

“burning anger?” he repeats, lips forming a slight sneer. “that’s a little dramatic, sweetheart.”

“don’t call me that!”

he steps closer, quirking a brow. “or what?”

suddenly, he’s too close — you turn your head to the side, glancing down the deserted corridor with warmth rising to your cheeks. “nothing,” you say, with more heat than necessary. “you’re so annoying, xu minghao.”

“you’re so dramatic, ___ ___,” he mimics immediately, tilting his head to the side. god, he’s unbearably close; you can feel his body’s warmth, smell his cologne — fresh, minty, altogether too enticing.

“you look flustered,” he says, voice dropping to a whisper. another step forward; his voice takes on a light, teasing tone. “do i make you nervous?”

“no!” you retort, sharper and louder than needed. “you annoy me. you’re annoying.” but even as you utter the words, you’re leaning back into him.

“shut up,” he murmurs, so gently it feels like a confession — he brings a hand up to cup you cheek, thumb caressing your skin, as you bite out your next words;

“make me.”

minghao’s eyes spark at the challenge; one second he’s gazing at you with fire in his eyes, and the next, his lips are colliding with yours in bruising, urgent kisses — “god,” he gasps out between them, as your hands loop around his neck and into his hair, “you are so — fucking — irritating.”

you pull back with and beam at him innocently. “oh, but you like it.”

he rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny it.

you push your luck, wrapping your arms around him and beaming. “one might even say that… you like me.”

silence, as he gazes at your bright eyes and happy smile, before softening his facade and smiling. “sure,” he admits reluctantly. “i like you. my only love sprung from my only hate, you could say.”

his smile widens when yours does, as you place a kiss on his cheek, and then he mutters lowly; “god, i knew you were lying about soonyoung!”

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val-cansalute · 8 months

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ch.3

content warnings: small amount of nsfw, 18+ (mdni)sub!reader x dom!ellie, strap r!receiving, finger sucking, scissoring. i’ve disintegrated. been dying at the hands of a cold for days. excuse the shitty writing. i actually despise this chapter. btw, this is the last one, BUT, theres gonna be a bonus chapter too. later. fingers crossed it’ll be better than this shit. banners by cafekitsune.

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The living room is dim, only illuminated by the lambent TV screen. It’s a harsh blue glow, one that makes your eyes hurt, but you don’t want to move.

For the first time in a week since the incident, you manage to bring yourself to leave your room, sit on the couch and watch a show. Or at least try to.

But this distraction isn’t enough. You can’t stop thinking about it, even just for one fucking minute. It has completely consumed you.

That day, when you laid back on the bed, Ellie had smiled down at you and it made those feelings you fought off for so long become, all of a sudden, almost tangible. And it scared you.

You know Ellie fucks around, know it more than you would like to, because you hear it late at night and it makes your bottom lip tremble.

She looked so beautiful, you almost felt guilty when you left her still figure behind, but you fucked up by giving in to your feelings. Now, you’re just like those girls she brings home on Saturday nights, the ones you never hear about again. It’s hard to accept.

Each of the seven days between that moment and this one, you’ve been doing everything in your power to avoid her. To call it difficult would be an understatement.

When her chest rose and fell gently, the soft hum of her breathing echoing in your mind, you left the dorm and went to spend the night with a friend. You sent Ellie a curt message. It was colder than it needed to be.

You: my friend called me over to watch a movie.

Dumbass: oh right i was wondering where u were

Dumbass: when r u coming back?

seen

The next few days were excruciating. You returned the next day, opening the door at the exact moment Ellie came out of her room. You closed it behind you, begging your face not to reveal how much you were struggling to seem unfazed.

She looked so good, standing there, rubbing her eyes lazily. She offered you a smile but you could tell it was hesitant. You pretended not to notice and walked to your room awkwardly.

Your stomach twisted when you shut the door, picturing her confused face. Hurting her made you feel like shit, but you knew she didn’t care about you enough to feel hurt.

You could tell she was thrown off by your behavior though, the eyes that met yours seemed insecure when she started making attempts to get you to talk to her.

A day had passed since and, in the evening, she stood in your doorway as you pretended to study, her stance indicating she was slightly unsure of herself as she watched you.

“Hey…”

You turned to look at her for a split-second, immediately regretting it when your eyes met hers and turning back to your desk.

“… Wow, you’re studying again…”

“Mhmm,”

She chuckles to herself; you can practically hear the cogs turning as she comes up with something to say.

“Uhhh… Well… Careful there, I can see your head expanding… by the second.”

Normally, though it's embarrassing to admit, a dumb dad joke like that would've made you giggle, but you were too deep in your thoughts to find anything funny.

Ellie left after standing in discomfort from your lack of a reaction. Just a few days ago, she would've poked and prodded till you were seconds away from slapping her. Not today. Everything was wrong.

But it was hard to keep avoiding her when, somehow, she managed to come out of her room at the exact moment you came out of yours, over and over again. She never ignored your presence either, handing you things she thought you'd need as you cooked in silence. It had to be a hazard to use a stove with your hands shaking like that.

Every now and then, she'd chuckle to herself while watching you and tell you a dumb pun she remembered hearing. You didn't respond; you felt like shit and you hoped the food you'd left for her wordlessly would let her know you weren't mad at her. Because you weren't, you were just mad at yourself.

Wednesday was rough.

You were cooped up in your room, too scared to use the kitchen; you felt pathetic.

And it felt like she was reaching down your throat and squeezing your heart cruelly when there was a soft knock on your bedroom door in the afternoon.

“... Hey... You up?” her muffled voice carried past your closed door and you croaked out a quiet, "Yeah."

“You want something to eat?”

“...No.”

“... I know you haven't eaten all day.”

“I've got snacks in here.”

You heard her sigh as you pressed a shaky hand to your pounding heart.

“That's not... enough, dude.”

“Whatever, I don't feel hungry.”

There was silence for a moment and you winced at how harsh your tone came out but the sound of Ellie's footsteps getting further away gave you relief regardless.

Not too long after, Ellie was thumping her fist against your door and rattling the handle impatiently.

“Hey, asshole! Come play Mario Kart!”

“Not in the mood.”

“What? Don't you try to bullshit me; you're always in the mood for Mario Kart.”

You sighed and rubbed your tired eyes. You hadn't been sleeping well since you did it with Ellie. Late night brought on those thoughts. Those memories.

“No, not today.”

You heard her mutter “...Jeez,” as she walked away. This time, you knew she'd be back soon.

And she was.

“I wanna watch Shrek 2! Come on! I know you want to! ‘Better out than in, I always say. Eh, Donkey?’”

That Scottish accent made you cringe. For some reason, it was these kinds of things that made your feelings deepen. You're peculiar.

“No, I'm busy, Ellie.”

And then, again.

“You asleep? You better not be metamorphosing into a cockroach in there, okay?!”

With a sigh, “Yes, I'm asleep, Ellie.”

“It’s like your ghost lingers…”

Again.

“HEY! Hey, open the door, it's important.”

You don't, “What do you want?”

“Did you know that- that the velociraptors in Jurassic Park weren't even actual velociraptors, they were based on... like, Utahraptors? Like, that’s not even what they look like, dude.”

“… Okay.”

“Just letting you know.”

She stopped after that.

You snuck out of your room to get food but realized there was no need. She wasn't there.

She played her games and shows at full blast, shouting and laughing late through the night, let the dishes pile up in the sink, made the living room more and more disheveled each day, played music at unspeakable volumes in the shower, and made no attempts to speak to you.

You just let it be, because you couldn’t bring yourself to face her, even to reprimand her. You just sat in your room, hoping you could ignore these feelings till they went away but it proved to be harder than you ever anticipated.

So many emotions are weighing you down now, it feels like they're pushing against the confines of your skull, like your head's gonna burst.

And tonight is a Saturday night, so Ellie isn’t home. She left without a word, slamming the door behind her. She’s gone to some dumbass party to smoke weed. Then, she’ll come back cross faded with a girl you might’ve seen around campus a few times. You know her routine.

It makes your stomach ache.

You don't want to hear it- no, today, you can not hear it. You have no right to be upset, acting like she didn't even exist and like you weren't bothered by what the two of you did. You know that. But if you hear her tonight, you'll have no choice but to go. You feel pathetic. It happens a lot these days.

It's getting late, past midnight. If Ellie were to bring a girl home, it'd be around now. You squeeze your eyes shut, resisting the urge to smack yourself for thinking the thoughts that swarm in your mind.

Despite it all, you couldn't even tell yourself that having sex with Ellie was a mistake, because it felt so right in that moment.

You sigh and place your can of beer back on the coffee table in front of you, the bitterness that lingers in your mouth suddenly getting to be too much as you imagine what will unfold tonight. You're angry at her even though it doesn't make sense for you to be, huh?

Pushing through, you pat the space on the couch around you in a halfhearted attempt to find the remote, telling yourself you should probably go hide in your room before she gets back.

You hear it; the sound of her voice out in the hallway as she hums that song she was blasting in the shower earlier today. Now, you're frozen in place, watching the door swing open.

With the heartbeat of an animal of prey being hunted, you look back at the TV screen, too afraid to confront whatever you will inevitably have to confront tonight.

“Oh, you're not hiding in your room anymore, huh?” she murmurs, sounding almost as bitter as you, her words quiet and slow.

You find your hands moving on their own, grabbing the remote you were struggling to find and fumbling as you try to turn off the TV. “... I wasn't hiding. I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Fuck you.”

You throw your head around to meet Ellie's gaze. Her cheeks are rosy and her eyes are slightly bloodshot, but she's not drunk.

“Excuse me?”

She's alone. She came back alone. You can’t help but let out a shaky breath at the same time she pushes out a venomous scoff, mumbling some shit along the lines of my puns are fucking hilarious and doesn’t appreciate my fucking dino fun facts.

“That's the first time you looked at me in days. You're ignoring me, fuckin' asshole.”

You look down and shake your head; Ellie moves closer. So, you put the remote down and turn away to leave the living room.

“I told you, Ellie, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm gonna go to bed.”

“You better fucking stop pulling whatever shit you're pulling now.”

She grabs your wrist and looks you in the eye. You can smell it on her, the weed and the anger. That fucking addictive body spray she uses. And she looks so hauntingly beautiful in this blue light. Fuck. It's too much. You want to tell her to get off but the words die on your tongue; her expression hit you like cold water to the face.

Ellie looks sad.

“Why did... I thought… fuck... you can't do that... you're confusing me, you're being...”

Your eyebrows furrow in panic,

“Ellie... it was just sex, you... you have sex all the time. I mean, you usually bring someone over today, right? It’s not like it meant anything…”

She shakes her head, scoffing,

“That’s different. I dont know those girls. I don’t see them again. I know you; I see you every day!”

You’re caught up in the heat of the moment, huffing in frustration, not knowing what to feel, what to think.

“Well, I didnt think it was any different, I thought-”

Ellie shakes her head desperately, her voice cracking.

“Jeez, do I have to fucking spell it out for you? I have feelings for you! How can you not see that?… So, dont... fuck with me if you’re expecting me to act like it was nothing. Because, holy shit, it was something, and I can’t fuckin’ do that. I’m sorry.”

The world stops spinning for a moment and you’re standing in front of Ellie with a bright red face and a pounding heart, feeling like a little girl.

“You have feelings for me?”

She stares at you as you sit back on the couch and wipe a stray tear, and then another, and another.

Fuck, you’re ruining the moment. It’s so dramatic and stupid to cry about it, you know, but your body is completely overcome with relief, washing away the intense feelings that have been swirling in you the past week like a hurricane.

You’ve had feelings for Ellie since the moment you saw her, and they’ve only gotten stronger day by day. It was heartbreaking to see her so casually sleeping with other girls, and it was terrifying to think you’d become one of them.

“I’m so sorry, Ellie, I thought you thought it was just, like, meaningless sex. I was so scared you’d act like nothing happened, so I acted like it didn’t happen first, or something. It sounds so dumb now. Oh my god, I was such a bitch to you, Ellie, I’m so sorry-”

Ellie cuts you off as she brings your wrist up to her lips and presses a gentle kiss to the back of your shaking hand.

You look at her, your other hand gliding up her side and onto the back of her neck.

“You’re so pretty, Ellie. God, since I first saw you...”

You lean in and Ellie’s already on you, kissing you desperately, even more than the first time.

The two of you stumble back to your room, completely entangled, your hands roaming all over each other.

You’re on top of the sheets, moaning into each other’s mouths like you’re drunk, like your hands are moving on their own.

And your clothes are in a heap on the floor, discarded mindlessly as you tug on the waistband of Ellie’s jeans, hand slipping up her sports bra and circling her hard nipple gently before pulling it over her head and closing the gap between your mouths once more.

Her lips never leave yours as she shoves down her pants, fanning your face with hot, aroused breaths when you separate for air.

There’s a visible bulge in her boxers. The sight gives you feelings that travel straight to your core before your eyes meet hers.

She ducks and presses warm, gentle kisses along your collarbone; you can feel the smirk against your skin.

Her touch is electric, tongue gliding down your sternum, sending shivers throughout your body.

She mumbles, “I’ve been wearing it…” and kisses your right nipple, cupping your boob in her hand as she sucks it, teeth grazing the skin and tongue rounding it, before she pulls back with a pop. “Every day…” she moves to your left, doing the same, and your breathing picks up, your fingers tangling themselves in her auburn hair. “Since I fucked you.”

You can't hold back the soft moan that leaves your lips as you push your chest into her face, hips bucking against hers. Your cunt hits the bulge, nudging it against Ellie's clit and she squeezes her eyes shut with a groan before coming up and kissing you again, one hand holding your hip and the other interlaced with yours.

You chuckle against her as your nails gently graze the expanse of her back, “Always prepared, huh?”

Ellie's smile is breathtaking. It hasn't stopped making your heart flutter in a year. Everything feels warm, like home. You put your forehead against her's, exchanging hot, shaky breaths,

“Good, because I need it, Ellie, please.”

“Of course,” she whispers, and the nickname feels right now, no awkward pauses following. She kisses the tip of your pink-tinged nose and peppers more across your neck as she pulls down her boxers.

You feel the silicone against your slit and your eyes roll back, a quiet gasp escaping. It's warm this time, the product of Ellie's body heat. And then you feel the feeling your body's been begging for as she rubs it against you, covering it with your slick. Those little noises you're making and the way you're quivering- it's driving Ellie crazy.

Her eyes never leave your face, glazed and staring up at you from the comfort of your shoulder as the tip teases your entrance.

“Tell me if it hurts, babe, I’ll go slow.” She slowly pushes it in with surprising ease, listening to your quiet moans, and, now, she knows- knows you've been aching for it for days. You glance down and give her a dazed smile, inviting her to keep going.

Ellie pushes herself up, closer to your lips and mutters, “Shit... I'm gonna make you feel good, promise,” locking her swollen lips with yours, and starts slowly pushing it deeper.

You're breathing heavy, moaning into her mouth like you're on ecstasy as Ellie picks up the pace, bouncing her hips against yours rhythmically. Her soft groans are filled with pleasure as the strap rubs against her core. It get you excited.

You can feel your own pleasure build up, babbling incoherently. Ellie knows you're both so close, so soon, and, with her hand on your hip, the other stroking your cheek, her thumb slowly inches towards your parted lips and enters.

You're looking directly into her eyes as she whispers, "Suck, baby." Your cheeks flush a deeper red, unable to speak as the feeling washes over you, lips wrapping around it and sucking.

Ellie moans at the sight, she pushes her thumb deeper till it hits the back of your throat and you gag, starting to thrust into you faster and harder now. Your eyes are rolling back into your head.

The tears that pooled in the corners of your eyes - she wipes them away and brings the thumb to your throbbing clip, watching you writhe desperately when she slowly circles it.

Her lips quirk into a smile, thrusts getting more and more hungry.

“Love your pretty little face so much.”

“F-fuck, I'm close, Ellie,” you choke out, cutting yourself off with a loud moan, so Ellie fucks into you harder, through your seemingly never-ending orgasm, and not pulling out even when it's done.

When you calm down, you pull her closer and bury your face in her neck,

“I wanna make you feel good, Ellie… Fuck… Cum on me.”

Ellie groans, “You got a slutty mouth, huh? I fucking love it.”

She’s searching for more, hungry for more, to make you feel good. To feel good. And her hand traces the skin down your stomach to your cunt, eyes clenching shut when she feels it dripping in slick.

Like it comes naturally, she moves back, kneeling over you after gently raising your leg onto her shoulder, and bumps her wet clit against yours.

The friction is delicious, your hips lift mindlessly, sliding your cunt up on hers. The movement earns you another graphic moan from Ellie, that, and the wet sounds of your cunts against each other before she grinds against you, softly brushing a lock of hair out of your flushed face.

She watches your body move, mesmerized by the way is bounces as her hands subconsciously dart around to feel and grope, squeezing your tits hard, grinding ravenously.

She leans over your figure, pushing your leg further into your chest, and kisses you as she thrusts her hips against you desperately, like she's feral, the way she gets when she’s close. Her sweet moans mix with yours as your arms wrap tight around her neck. The peak is getting closer, and it looks like everything around Ellie’s eyes is blurred, melting into a pool of warmth that caresses you. It’s long and intense, the feeling of her cunt clenching against yours, the sound of her panting as she rides it out.

You cum into her as she cums into you, slick covering your sweaty thighs. You feel complete, grinning dumbly.

You still feel euphoric when you come down, still feel euphoric when she kisses your forehead and pulls you close in her embrace because it’s not just sex.

This is something. The something.

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ℙ𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝔸 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕕: 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕜- ℝ𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟

Decks: Considerate Cat Tarot Vol 2, The Dark Mirror, Tarot of Pagan Cats, The Wild Unknown Archetypes

This reading will be shadow work based on what exactly are we repressing and not aware of. And how to work through it with advice from me and tarot. Take everything as a small guide, tarot is a tool for guidance and not to see or predict the future.

Pile one

First things first, Go get therapy.

"Its not about choosing the chains.

Its about choosing them again and again."

Pile one welcome to your little section. So, I had a theme card for your overall shadow, which was Addicted. At first, I was troubled with finding out exactly what type of addiction was causing you to repress your shadow, and I kept pulling cards and I realized that your shadow is built on way too many situations that come back to your dissatisfaction from your life. Pile One your addicted to hating yourself. You have heavy cards that show me that there’s this feeling of self-inflicted despair. Your shadow emits contempt for life, you hate yourself and honestly hate life overall. The hanged Man in reverse shows me that you grew up very much internally, most of your experiences are based inwardly as you felt left behind on life. Everyone seemed to reject you. Your loved ones, and people who are supposed to be close, turned their backs on you at some point so in turn you did the same. The world rejected you growing up. Life showed you, that you aren’t deserving of love, so you internalized that and have subconsciously clung onto that delusion.

Pile one do you feel like nothing can change you? Nothing can fix you? That things will stay the same or get worse over time? Have you even thought about how you feel about yourself truly? When was the last time you willingly reflected on your own self-image? Do you think there's any motivation for you to live your life beyond what traps you? Going back to your theme card, your repression is very much self-imprisoned. You don’t see you can work through any internal conflict and you in turn have been chaining your own self to depression. Nobody is perfect, that's true, but self-discovery is beautiful however it's also difficult. This won't be an easy task.

Mentally, you’re at rock bottom almost every day. Do you dissociate a lot? Do you even know if you do? Because I recently discovered that I dissociate a whole lot throughout my life and have never known I was doing it. Human brains are truly mind blowing, it can take and hold so much stress and pain, then hide it away from us so when we don’t keep reliving and feeling all that hurt.

Nobody wants to struggle and be depressed, and our brain very much plays a part in helping us hide it away. Chances are you downplay or don’t care to think or consider your own shadow self.

I'm not fit to diagnose, but pile one look into Complex Trauma, C-PTSD, and being Shame Bound. Learn about various types of traumas, habits, and attachment styles on YouTube it will help you get a rough idea on understanding what you need to improve on without using therapy. However, please if you can, look into seeing a psychologist and a therapist.

I know life is super tough as it is for you and you might not be able to afford it but research if there's anything you can afford and if you truly have searched, look into self-help groups online and self-help programs as well. There are free eBooks you can illegally get, pirate that shit. Get a tarot deck for yourself and do shadow work readings. Also please stop reading all the dumbass future partner and next lover readings, invest love into your own damn self before investing it onto some person you most likely haven’t even met or aren’t going to meet. Sorry it's a pet peeve of mine. Chances are you’re reading this on your phone or computer, get on the notes app and write out that little ass of yours. Please there’s still so many ways to make your own mental stability easier on yourself. There's so much stuff you can do if you truly look into it, I recommend watching Patrick Teahan, Heidi Priebe, Psych2Go, and Kati Morton, they're my personal favorite therapy youtubers, and they can help you.

Okay going back to the cards, and not my own personal input, the hanged man in reversed also shows me that it was your environment growing up that has formed you into who you are. Life for you looked like everything was so big and almost outta reach for you to grasp, but you’re still here, you have developed habits that has made growing up easier, you learn to get by.

Which leads me to the present, you got the 9 of cups, meaning that your experiences have made you who you are. It ties back to all those built of moments of isolation and lack of love for yourself that you grew up with. Obviously when we grow up knowing others are treating or making you feel some type of way, you take from that and build your mindset on all those experiences.

This hatred is what we use to get by and we build ourselves up to work with our hatred. You know you felt like you are replaceable or have a deep fear of being left behind, we go outta our way to justify being the ones to leave others and replace other people with anything else to get that same feeling, until the same trigger happens. It's a never-ending cycle and growing up it can actually be helpful. As a child we only experienced all the heavy emotions and were not shown consistent or significant amount of effort for our needs, so we learn to not expect that and run away from anything that triggers that little child in you. No one was there to show love so obviously unhealthy habits and mindsets get developed and grow up with us and only gets worse and worse as time flies by. Pile one, you are depressed and hopeless but cheer up, just because your life hasn’t been the best does not equate to that being a set-in stone reality for the rest of your life.

You can make your own life better; the daughter of cups reverse shows me that there's this desire to play around with stuff, just do it. Stop thinking about it, do it. Fuck shit up, stop being afraid of messing stuff up, you think the ones who have hurt you stopped when they were making you feel not cared for or loved? Nope, so just have fun.

Do that fun hobby idea you been thinking about. Get messy with life, even if it is creating something very sloppy. You want to express yourself some type of way but feel like you shouldn’t? Well just do it, even if you feel like a joke or an idiot just try it and see how it feels. Even if you don’t necessarily want to do something or show off a different look or skill, and your more so afraid of making mistakes and not being perfect, just push that thought to the back of your head.

If you spill your drink and make a mess, guess what you can clean it up, you don't have to get mad at yourself or at the drink. Shit happens, and why should you submerge yourself into all the small things with these big emotions like anger and sadness. Relax and rest those pretty eyes. Which goes into your last main card, Four of Swords. Again, relax for once, don’t guilt yourself. Everyone who has it easy, allows themself to relax from time. Even if they don’t doesn't mean that you should do the same thing. Have fun, learn more about who you are and why you are here. There’s so much self-sabotage that goes unnoticed by everyone.

Learn from yourself, thank who you had to become to get to here, and learn how to work past that when that shadow side doesn't help you anymore. You don’t have to 100% love yourself to overcome your shadow. Because here’s the thing, you’re not overcoming it, you’re learning to accept it and work with it to do better. Your shadow is who you are and use it to your ability to grow. Pile one get outta here and watch some therapy videos pls, you will be happier even for just a second.

Pile Two

"What I can't have forever, I will have for a minute. What I can't have for a minute, I will hold to me for one second."

Hello pile two, welcome to your pile. I assume for the most part your shadow is not something you shy away from because quite frankly there's not a significant amount of repression that is being displayed; I feel like this kind of shifted into a little bit of a motivational reading from your guides to tell you about one specific flaw in you rather to tackle down one serious hindering issue.

You guys got two theme cards for your theme of the overall shadow side that you're repressing. I pulled Masquerade and Queen of my world, for you pile two. Both cards have one thing in common. Both are attached to the word Bargain. Which tells me that you tend to do the most to procrastinate the process of bad emotions or habits. Masquerade is all about living in the moment and doing everything in your power to savor and dwell into the fleeting moments you so desperately want to hold onto and stick to. Queen of my world is all about holding onto a facade that hinders the possibility of being seen as anything other than graceful and powerful. You also pulled the daughter of wands in reversed. Which tells me that you procrastinate as well, and you can honestly be very disorderly as well.

You repress your shadow self because of how uncomfortable you are for being seen as who you wish you could be.

You know when we live our whole lives trying to maintain a certain image, it can be so hard and honestly draining. It makes sense why you want to slack off and just live in the moment because maintaining the way you think you have to come off to other people is very draining and if you think about it, your facade is stressful weather you are or aren't aware of it. Having live off of short moments and a false persona is only going to fulfill you for so long, do you think pretending to be stronger, smarter, or fiercer than you really going to stop you from embracing your true inner strength? Because aren't you tired of always having to consistently perform? I don't know if you are even doing it for yourself because doing that for so long will tire you out and make you unsure of who you are deep down.

Pile two, I did pull the son of cups. Which is a very charming and very appealing person to be around, this just reinforces that you will be this at all times for everyone and everything. Given that this is the card that's supposed to represent your present reality, I believe that you are a very much cookie cutter desired person. Someone who is always on top of how you appear as. All I see is that there's this big grand facade of being this person that is so desirable and welcoming. Everyone wants to present themselves in a good light to an extent but for you pile two it's very apparent that this isn't a want for you, it is a need and you do whatever needs to be done to be this beautiful picture-perfect version of yourself, but your human, so guess what? You are at a point where you have to chill out and learn to be yourself, not the ideal version at all times. It's okay to not be what everyone else wants you to be, or what your parents want you to be or whoever else you want to idealize you. You're a human, you're only capable of so much, you're flawed, and you can want to do or partake in things that are different from what should be expected from you.

I pulled The High Priestess in reversed for you as clarification for Son of Cups. Which tells me that you are a very spiritual person, which would make sense, you are reading a tarot reading. Besides that, it brings up to light that your inner self is not being done justice.

Do you even understand who you truly are? Not what you think you have to be to maintain approval.

This facade habit is not aligned with your highest potential. Because face it, do you think you will be happy for the rest of your life pretending to be something that isn't the real you? Just because others think you will be does not make that idea a reality, stop deceiving your true potential.

I don't want to assume but my guess is you may or may not have immigrant parents that have kind of forced this urgency to be a certain way to please them. At the end of the day, you know how you want to be or wish to be. If you don't relate to that portion obviously disregard it, it could be anything from grades, skills, and appearance. Maybe it's a controlling figure, which could be a lover or a person in power over you causing you to feel like you cannot be authentically yourself.

The next card for you is Chariot, which is all about heading straight to where you want to be. Who you want to be. Nobody is going to be able to do it for you. You have built a wonderful mask for yourself for so long that it'll be hard to take it off and learn what you look like when you aren't wearing one. It will be unnatural to you at first, but you will get used to it. You got this pile two. I hope the best for you beautiful.

Pile Three

"I cannot recognize myself. But I'm still me."

Welcome to your reading Pile three. I pulled two oracle cards; Downcast Pride and Is this Me, which the purpose is to reflect on the main themes of your reading. Is this Me is associated with the last stage the Dark Mirrors Oracle grief cycle, which the stage of acceptance, whereas Downcast Pride is associated with the depression stage.

Which brings up the primary point- your shadow self that is being repressed, is your own lack of attachment to joy or fulfillment for your life. This pile does remind me a lot about pile one, as both were attached to the stage of depression. There's been this emptiness in our lives for so long, that we become very dull in life and don't bother to work or see things in a way outside of that empty feeling. Yet, on contrast to pile one, pile three is more so at the phrase of depression morphing into the stage of acceptance. Pile three has wisdom and more insight compared to both previous piles. Pile three you have this inward recognition that everyone is within means of having the capacity to alter your method of thinking and act based on that. You're the more self-aware pile so congratulations on that. I got the High Priestess reversed, Nine of Cups reversed, and Two of Swords as the cards to represent what is being repressed from your past. Nine of Cups was the overall main card for the first question and when it's in reversed I read it as dissatisfaction despite all the opportunities that have been given to us. Perhaps, we overestimated what should be given or granted to us and are disappointed that we don't feel satisfied even if our needs have generally been met. In other words, even though you didn't have the worst hand in life, you're not content. It's possible, you have taken your status, or a piece of your own identity for granted. Given the length of time we have used certain facets of our identity for so long, or maybe even briefly; our perspective of our identity can very much be impacted with that facet we once were attached to and what we used to represent. And it also plays a significant role in preserving our happiness and contentment. Now, this "opportunity" or fragment of identify has gotten away as time gives space for it to vanish off. Life is all about change, it's difficult to accept yet we can't and shouldn't allow it to dictate our personal fulfillment. Change is devasting but so is self-pity, a little self-pity is healthy for you, too much is detrimental for us to expand ourselves onto newer and better things. This could mean anything, such as growing up thin and gorgeous. Years go by and now you've gained more weight than you like, eyes have become dull and wrinkly skin has formed in the corners of your eyes, forehead, arms and almost your entire body. Maybe you're blaming yourself for not earning as much money or for not being able to get the same level of love, appreciation or attention from other people. It could be anything—even a passion that ignited a fire in your life that has gradually faded over time. (Mind you, I am not saying that if you picked pile three you have to be old enough to be worrying about wrinkles or having to make more money from the previous year, any age group could pick this. School, family and mental/physical illnesses can be factors as well not just time itself.) Two of Swords also brings up a different point, that highlights being at a standoff with decision-making. Pile three, did you make a lot of decisions based off of what someone else told you was better or what would best suit someone else? Two of swords displays a lot of lack of self-assurance and I think that part of your fulfillment that's displayed from Downcast Pride roots from not being more assertive in your own personal decisions. The High Priestess is a very spiritual card, and as it is included in the spread's earlier sections, I interpret this to mean that either an inner wisdom has been present but has been clouded by the lack of purpose and achievement. You have potential, but with all this chaotic energy, you have suppressed a lot of this fulfillment. Even after all this time has passed and you still feel as though you are in the same place in life. How come you never knew or tried to figure out what you wanted to do? You're not content and have felt like happiness and fulfillment hasn't been present in life. Pile three, it has to feel devastating for you.

Another way that I’m reading the high priestess is that the high priestess is all about our inner calling and inner wisdom. Based on the other two cards, I would say that this is what is blocking off all this magical, inner wisdom being brought up. Meaning, we must solve our own issues to let our inner voice be shined. Seek assistance from anyone or any place that might help you becoming more aware of your inner reality.

You also got the Son of Cups and Judgement reversed. Which just reinforces what I said the previous paragraph. Son of Cups represents a charming and idealistic person that everyone loves and desires. Whilst Judgement reversed is highlighting missed opportunities and failure. Failure to be the Sun of Cups. Failure to grow past who you used to be.

Mourn your past. Accept it’s not with you anymore. Move on so you can grow. I am aware it’s easier said than done, but it still needs to be addressed.

Lamenting over who you wish you still were, or where you want to be is rather pointless. Stop wishing for something thats now unattainable for you. Look for the new you, answers and solutions for yourself. Morph into something better so that the old you would’ve been jealous of new present you. When you think about it, it’s actually good that some things cannot be changed because then there’s a plethora of options for growth and numerous outcomes for who we can be.

Now, I pulled Father of Swords, for advice for you to help you work through accepting your shadow self. This card is pretty straightforward, Father of Swords is a very authoritative and is someone who strives onward. He’s also someone who’s very logical and knows that in order for blessings we have to work and set ourselves up for blessings. He does what he has to do to get to where he wants to be. He dosn’t live in the past, he lives in the present while working for the future. Spirt wants me to tell you to do the same so you can work through your repression of your shadow.

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